#quaritch imagines

[ecriter]

Make the Bond - Pt. 1

Summary: Unexpectedly, your life is flipped upside down when a waterlogged stranger washes ashore in your village. Hostile, nasty, and unable to speak the language, he makes for a headache of a combo. But something inside tells you not to give up on him, that he's capable of learning and change. But how are you supposed to trust this yellow-eyed stranger when you suspect there's more to him than he's letting on? Not to mention the rumors of a dangerous avatar on the loose....

A/N: Link to the ao3 version here. 

Part one of ? Part Two  Part Three

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At first, you had thought you’d made a really good catch.

It was the last toss of a very long day and your basket was frustratingly empty. The fibers of the net had rubbed your hands to an irritated red and your shoulders were aching from fatigue. Your fishing abilities were not one of the finer things about yourself. Many of your days were spent in the corals of the shallows, plucking stones smoothed from decades of the ocean tide to weave into jewelry or languishing in tide pools warmed from the sun. You'd matured in the clan, and had passed the tests required of young Metkayina to reach adulthood, and yet you felt a certain displacement in your village. Your father, Olo'eyktan of your settlement, was often troubled by this. Though you weren't in line to inherit titles and responsibilities (those would fall to your eldest brother), a certain measure of appearances still needed to be kept. And having an aloof youngest daughter didn't help. So, in line with the duties of a daughter, you were often sent to do tasks away from the village. Like fishing.

In the sky, the sun kissed the edge of Polyphemus, a signal that your time in the shallows was ending. At eclipse, you’d return to the village with your measly basket of nothing, face the embarrassment of being unable to catch much of anything, and retire to your pod for the night. If you were lucky and vigilance was low that evening, the opportunity could present itself to slip away and spend some time alone in the reef, exploring.

The net in your hands seemed impossibly heavy as you pulled it from the lapping tides and gathered it around your wrists. One last toss and you’d be done, could officially declare that you’d tried your very best and expended maximum effort to contribute to the clan. Squinting out into the water, you searched for a break in the waves, an indication that a school of fish may have broken into the shallows, but it all looked the same. Damn. Going off of a prayer.

Taking a deep breath, you adjusted the rope, reeling your arms back, back, back, and – there! A flash of deep blue broke the water and the net was out of your hands in an instant. It arched through the air, blooming into a wide birth that settled across the surface of the water. Yanking the cord wrapped around your wrist, the net puckered around its catch and tugged through the currents back toward you. The weight felt disproportionately heavy than what you were used to and you swore you saw a flash of green that you couldn’t remember belonging to any marine life you were familiar with. Still, a catch was a catch, and it was one more than you thought you would be going home with.

The net crested one last wave and beached the sand, propelled by the momentum of the tide.

This is way too big to be a fish, was your first thought.

Holy shit, that’s a person, was your second.

You lunged for the net and whatever you’d pulled to shore, ripping away fibers and seaweed. A man buried beneath the mess was pale, clammy, and certainly dead. Your net had caught his left arm, which is why it had felt so slow. His eyes were closed and when you pressed your fingers to his parted mouth, you felt no breath pass. That wasn’t great. Definitely not ideal. Panicked, you sought out a pulse beneath the thick cord of the strange man’s neck, prodding up to just underneath his jaw. Soft, pliant skin gave way and there you felt it, the weak shutter of a heartbeat.

“Thank Eywa,” you gasped, rocking back onto your heels. Dealing with an alive stranger was far easier than figuring out the identity of a dead one, particularly one that didn’t look to be from the ocean. This man had darker skin than that of your clan, a slender tail that tapered into a tuft of hair, and – oh. Five fingers.

Snatching at the man’s limp hand, you pressed your thumb to the soft palm, forcing the fingers to spread. You counted them once, twice, feeling a spike of nerves. There were definitely five fingers, an extra little appendage that curled at the end of his hand. Your tail lashed at the sand and a pit of anxiety sunk to the bottom of your stomach. Though your clan was located far from the forests where the Sky People had first settled, you had heard stories. Most clans knew the battle of Pandora, the call of Toruk Makto, the devastation wreaked upon the Omatikaya people. Dreamwalkers had five fingers, demons, and the fact one had washed onto your shores couldn't bode well.

But the stranger that laid before you seemed so weak and harmless. His breath wheezed from tired lungs and welts oozing thick red blood dribbled from blue skin. Honestly, it was a pitiful sight. You'd never been one to leave someone in need anyways and, regardless of his allegiance, Eywa had brought him to your shores and washed his body quite literally to your feet. There was a message somewhere in there, and it wasn’t to leave him for dead.

“Please wake up soon because I can’t carry you all by myself. It’s either that or I leave you here for a few hours and I’m not convinced you won’t die on me.”

Removing your knife from the sheath around your thigh, you sawed at the net coiled around his bicep until it fell away into the sand. Bruising was beginning to develop there and you would have felt a twinge of guilt if that wasn't the least of your problems. The man shifted whenever the blade glanced his skin but was otherwise unresponsive.

“Hey,” you tapped his cheek lightly with your fingers. “Wake up. I really don’t want to have to drag you through all this sand. Help me out here.”

When you became more insistent, jerking the stranger’s shoulder and pressing on his sternum to release any water that may have been brewing in his stomach or lungs, he finally jerked to the side and vomited. Dregs of seawater seemed to be the only thing in his stomach and he retched a few more times before collapsing back into the sand. His eyes roved listlessly over the darkening sky. Golden eyes, you noted. Like the forest clan. Your uneasiness deepened.

With hesitant fingers, you reached out and prodded his shoulder.

“Are you ok?" You asked.

The man didn't seem to hear you. His eyes slid closed, ears folding back against his head. It looked like he was sliding back into unconsciousness, slackening, and if he did that there was no way you'd be able to get him back to the village alone.

"Hey, hey!" You patted his cheek with your hand, drawing his half-lidded eyes back open. His head lolled to the side. "Please don't fall back asleep. We need to get you up, over there."

You pointed out across the water to where your village lay among the mangrove roots, coming alive with the glow of evening fires. It was only a few paces away, but it would be a long haul if you were pulling this man's waterlogged body. The man inclined his head towards your village, following your finger. In a moment, his ears were flat against his head, eyes dilated in alarm. He began to drag himself away from you, away from the village, and back into the water. His tail whipped behind him and soon the spray of the waves was choking him again.

"What are you doing?" You cried out, jumping on the man and pulling up back out of the water by his armpits. "You're going to kill yourself if you get back in the water. You can't swim in this condition!"

The man sputtered and gasped, kicking his feet in a weak attempt to fight your struggling grip. When you were a good distance away from the water, you dropped him into the sand. Crouching over him, you pressed a hand to the flat of his chest, feeling the acceleration of his heart, the gasping of his breath.

"Calm yourself," You urged. "My people won't bring you harm." You hoped.

The words didn't seem to settle the stranger in the slightest. His eyes whipped from the village to your face, to the water. He was like an animal pressed into a corner, desperate for escape. You pressed into his chest harder, forcing him into slower, deeper breaths. This seemed to bring some level of reason back over him. His fingers curled around your wrist, that extra little finger brushing your palm.

"Wermai?" He said, squeezing your wrist. "Tsengpe, Where?"

Your ears flicked forward in surprise, understanding the admittedly poor Na'vi.

"Where? My village, my home. There," You gestured again to the village bathed in orange and blue hues light.

The man shook his head violently, tugging you down so your faces were close. You could smell the salt on his skin but also the sour scent of fear.

"Toruk Makto. Where?"

The man pointed out towards your village, jabbing his finger again and again to convey his point. The only words it seemed he could manage were Toruk Makto and where? But Toruk Makto was in the forest, had never been to your side of the ocean. In fact, he had disappeared years ago like a breath stolen by the wind.

"Toruk Makto is not here," You tried to explain. "He is from the forest clans. Out there," You pointed across the ocean, then shook your head. "Not here."

The stranger seemed to understand. The rigid lethality of his panic melted away and his head fell back against the sand. His adrenaline was melting away too, disappearing into the lapping tide, and was replaced by something milder and calmer. You could tell he wasn't falling back into the throes of unconsciousness, but the toll of his survival was certainly catching back up with him. He would need to see your mother, if not for the energy he expended fighting for his survival, but for the deep wounds that still oozed blood. You tapped your fingers to the stranger's wet brow and his eyes slid open.

"You must come with me. I can get you food and sleep."

Your fingers curled in a come here motion, beckoning him to rise to his feet. At first, he seemed hesitant, weighing his options. You knew he could not survive in the jungle beyond the ocean. He had no weapons upon him, no way to navigate the unfamiliar terrain, and he looked as if a harsh wind would blow him over. Considering all of this, he reluctantly obeyed, somewhat to your surprise, and leaned heavily against your shoulder for support. Another problem began to present itself. This man was huge, even for a Na'vi, and you weren't sure how long your smaller frame could support his bulk. You hoped you could manage all the way to the village, or at least close enough to signal for some help. You also noticed the strange way the man was dressed, green shirt tucked into oddly printed pants. It all only confirmed your suspicions of this man's allegiance with the sky people. But you had already pulled him to his feet, communicated with him, and you couldn't, wouldn't, turn your back on him now. Shifting your arm underneath his ribcage, bracing him against your shoulder for support, you set off towards the cluster of pods in the distance.

"You're going to need to help me a bit here," You grunted, taking one slow step in front of the other. You tried to stick closer to the sea, where the sand would have less give, but the man's incredible weight still sunk you into the ground a considerable few inches. The man grumbled something in his native tongue and the drag of his feet lessened, lightening your load. You fought off a grin.

As you approached the village, clan members that had been relaxing on the lip of the walkways directed their attention to you and the stranger you towed along. Their faces reflected the alarm you had felt when realizing this was not one of your own Metkayina people, but someone from the forest. Then, a second realization passed across their faces. Not from the forest, but from the sky people. Cascades of whooping flittered through the village, drawing more of your clan from their pods. Mothers drew their children close as you and the man worked your way across the walkway, toward the Tsahik's tent. No one made a move to help you, to touch the stranger. It was as if he was sickly and even an inclination towards him would infect the others.

The man seemed to recognize the growing hostility from your people. His ears angled towards the whispers that had broken out, then angling backward in distress. His yellow eyes had sharpened but he kept them down, watching his footfalls to ensure he didn't step wrong. You squeezed the man's forearm, trying to offer some meager assurance. His eyes turned to you, but his face gave away nothing. You couldn't say you were feeling much better.

Your mother was at the entrance of the tent when you arrived, but it seemed as if word hadn't yet reached your father.

"Mama, I see you," You greeted, bowing your head as best as you could manage.

Your mother said nothing and instead hurried to help the man off your shoulders and into the privacy of your tent. Even from its protection, you could see the crowd that had gathered along the outskirts of the walkway. You helped the man lay on a bedroll and only noticed the sticky blood on your hands when you withdrew them. Your mother said nothing to you nor the man as she turned him on his side and observed the slashes across the breadth of his back, the source of the blood.

"I will need coral weed and salt flower," directed your mother. "and juice from a paya fruit." When you hesitated, unsure of leaving the man alone, your mother snapped her hard gaze at you. "Now."

You gathered everything as fast as you could. Helping your mother as Tsahik had given you a good idea of the healing properties of the sea's plants, but your scattered mind and shaking hands meant you'd grabbed toro petals instead of salt flower and larvo juice instead of paya fruit. When you returned back to the tent, your mother had already stripped the man of his upper garment and washed the blood away from the wound. You handed her the salt flower, which she smeared across the largest cuts on the man's back. She paid no heed to his hissing and spitting at the sting, layering coral weed across the wound to help congeal anything else that might leak from it.

"Will he be alright?" You asked quietly, crouched down beside the stranger's head. His eyes had fallen closed and you would have thought he was sleeping if not for his heaving chest and shoulders.

"He will be fine. His energy is low and he will need much rest, food, and water."

She broke open the paya fruit, squeezing its pulp into a wooden bowl. The man's nostrils flared at the scent and when your mother placed the bowl in front of him, he slurped it hungrily, juices running down his chin. Your mother did not look at you as she tended to him, but now she turned to you, lips pressed into a thin line.

"Where did you find this man?"

"Out when I was fishing. He got caught in my net and I pulled him in and I thought he was -"

"Do you have any idea who this man belongs to? Where he has come from?"

Your ears pressed back at the hiss in your mother's tone.

"He was so weak, Mama, he would have died if I-"

"He should have died," She toned lowly. "He is of the sky people, that is certain. Where they go, trouble is sure to follow. What enemies do we invite by having him here? You have endangered yourself and the village by bringing him."

Your mother inhaled deeply, cupping her hands over her mouth and blowing out the rest of her anger. "I must speak with your father. You are to stay here with him and any actions he takes are your responsibility,"

The Tsahik rose from the floor and stepped out of the tent, disappearing into the crowd. You could feel the oncoming rush of tears, the familiar burn in your nose, and turned from the tent's entrance. The man's eyes were open again and he was staring at you with an unreadable expression on his face. Ignoring him, you took the empty wooden bowl and refilled it with more paya juice, handing it back to him. He did not drink immediately, eyes still passing over your face. "Please don't cause any more trouble. I risked a lot bringing you here. More than you're worth, I imagine." You crossed your arms over your knees, resting your chin on your elbows.

The man's eyes followed the movement of your mouth, trying to decipher your words. It seemed he recognized a few because his ear flicked and his expression deepened before he drank from the bowl again. When he finished, you took it and set it aside. The stranger reclined deeper into the mat, wincing at his wounds. You could sense the drowsiness pulling on him and figured it would be easier to deal with a sleeping man than one that was awake and demanding questions in a foreign tongue. When his breath evened out, you allowed yourself to wonder what the hell you had gotten yourself into.

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[angelltheninth]

Avatar Men Eating You Out

Pairing: Jake Sully, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Tsu'tey, Miles Quaritch, Aonung, Tonowari x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, oral sex, cunnilingus, biting, growling/purring, tail shenanigans, praise, marking, ocean sex, size difference

A/N: Cannot believe I didn't make this before. Its here now so come and get your food Avatar lovers!

JAKE SULLY

He's whimpering loudly the whole time he's between your legs, both careful and eager to please, almost at war with the two. Your taste leaves him drunk, the only thought in his head being how to get more of it, how to make your pussy squirt all over his face while you dig your nails into his scalp to grind against his mouth better.

NETEYAM

Man with the plan for sure. He is very slow and deliberate in the way he uses his fingers to part your folds, rubbing then in between while his mouth is glued to your little clit, sucking it to full hardness in his mouth. You look so pretty already, he could and will get lost between your legs for hours, all the way to dawn, memorizing every way your body aches and moves, how you moan for him, until he doesn't even need to think about it, he can just make you come.

LO'AK

Goes down on you very fast and sloppy. Your juices are smearing his chin, his chest, his fingers but he doesn't care how messy it is, all he cares about is making you make as many of those pretty noises as possible. He's playfully pressing his fangs against your clit, they're cold to the touch, right before he warms it with his curious and adventurous tongue.

TSU'TEY

Is a little hesitant at first. Not because he doesn't want to but because well... he could hurt you if he's not careful. You're so fragile compared to him, your human body much more prone to injury. The only way he will do it is if you sit on his face while he does. Oh fuck, he didn't expect how hot that would be, your pussy all puffy and wet, dripping onto his tongue, practically begging to be devoured by him. He was never one to back down from an offer that sweet.

MILES QUARITCH

Teases you for hours and hours, dragging orgasm after orgasm from you, his jaw starting to hurt a little but he ain't no quitter. He's not stopping until you literally beg him to. And even then he can't guarantee he'll have mercy on you. Hearing your broken moans, seeing you twitching just from a single lick makes him feel so damn smug, so damn proud to call you his woman. Ain't no one in the universe with pussy as sweet as yours.

AONUNG

He's eating you out in the ocean, keeping you up above the water with his tail. You might think he wouldn't be able to taste you but he can, your taste is always on his tongue. You may not be able to hear him growling against you but you sure as hell can feel him do it, feel the warm temperature of his tongue passing through your folds, pressing against your clit and dipping into your pussyhole for a better taste.

TONOWARI

He's got you on all fours, lapping at your pussy from behind and keeping you still with his strong, thick tail. You're bucking and bucking but to no avail, you can't get closer unless he lets you. And he's not letting you, he's in charge of your pleasure, the sooner you learn that the more orgasms you'll have. It works the other way around as well, be his good girl now and he'll let you do what ever you want for his cock later.

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[ronals-sidepiece]

and then wish to live like them afterwards

#avatar fandom #avatar 2 #avatar 2009 #avatar the way of water #jake sully #atwow #jake sully smut #tonowari #atwow imagines #tonowari x reader #quaritch x reader #atwow quaritch #quaritch smut #tonowari smut #avatar tsu'tey #avatar norm

[lina-lovebug]

You Are Mine

Na'vi! Quaritch x fem! Na'vi! Reader

All sentences in italics are the Na'vi language.

Background: Reader was kidnapped along with the kids and is Neytiri older sister. Quaritch wouldn't let her escape and became his direct line into the world of Pandora.

_

You still couldn't believe it. That monster, that bastard, was somehow alive. And when he dared to lay hands on the kids, you made sure he would have a reminder of what pain he would experience the next time that happened.

You bit his neck. Hard.

"You do this with all your partners, sweetheart?" Quaritch smirked at you, the blood gone but the marks of your fangs still scarred onto his skin.

I hissed in retaliation, a reminder that I was not to be tamed.

"Leave her alone!" Spider hissed, protective over his aunt. You adored Spider and saw him as your son.

I never got the chance to make a bond. Despite my parents' best efforts to pair me with Tsu'tey, you wanted to bond for the sake of love and trust. And I knew well that Tsu'tey did not love me, so I was seen as a lone Na'vi.

"Do they hurt?" Spider questioned, referring to the restraints on my wrists and ankles.

"I am fine, do not worry about me. Besides, this sky bastard would not know a woman's touch if it was shoved up his ass," I smirked and Spider laughed.

"What? What's so damn funny?" Quaritch questioned.

"Stupid oaf," I giggled, knowing he couldn't understand shit.

"It was nothing," Spider insisted.

"Tch," He walked away, leaving you and Spider.

Quaritch hated to admit it, but you were a damn beauty. He remembered you vaguely from his human memories, seeing you land on his ship and fire two arrows straight at two pilots. The fear he felt knowing you could have pulled out one more and struck him, but didn't and left. A fierce Na'vi warrior who was strong and willing to kill for her people, plus the looks were an added bonus.

"What do we know about her?"

"Her name is (Y/N), she's the daughter of the previous leader of the Omaticaya, Eytucan and the Tsahik, Mo'at. Her mother and sister, Neytiri, are her only living relatives-"

"So she's Mrs. Sullys' sister?" Quaritch chuckled and looked back at you, who was staring out at the forest.

He could have guessed, judging by the similar faces, but you were taller and much more. . .up close than Neytiri. Sure, Neytiri literally got the closest you can be by killing him, but you were his captive.

Meaning he could get information from you.

_

"So you are Neytiris' sister. Could have guessed from the mark you gave me," Quaritch approached me in my cell, shutting the door behind him. My tail flicked, in tune with my nerves, as I only stared at him.

"Much prettier, I will admit," He sat down next to me, to which I scooted away and kept a sharp gaze on him.

And did not respond.

"So sorry about your father. My condolences. I did not mean to cause such harm," My chest rose higher, feeling angry that he thought he could even speak of my father.

But still, I stayed silent.

"You're pretty close with my son. Did you raise him?" He crossed his arms together, but my eyes traveled to his neck. When his comrades tore me away, my fangs dragged and tore the skin open.

"Do you even speak Engli-"

"Your language was too easy for me. It shows just how intelligent your species are," I responded in perfect English.

"Why tha-"

"It was not a compliment," I cut him off, my stare deadly and my lips in a firm line.

"And Spider is not your son," I knew Spider, and he was the kindest soul. He wanted so badly to be Na'vi, but he had a human body. It did not discourage him and that is why I was proud to call him my own.

"So you did raise him then. You taught him the language?"

"Rather mine than yours," I retorted.

"I'll take that as a yes. Look, I'm hopeless with this stuff, and in order to better connect with him," He got closer.

"I would like you to teach me. I want to bond with him - the way we were meant to. Could you help me with that, sweetheart?" His hand went to grab my hair, and my hands went to grab his wrist and restrain him.

But he did so to me.

My shackled hands fell against the wall, and he stared down at me. His hand grabbed my chains and pushed them upwards, against the wall.

I hissed, bearing my fangs but all he did was chuckle.

"I can do this all day, sweetheart. I won't let them torture you, as a thank you for raising my son, but," He moved his face closer to my own.

"Don't think for a second that you're getting out of here."

_

It had been three months and he still spoke like a baby.

"Nari!"

"Narni."

"No!" My hand went up to smack his forehead and he grabbed my wrist, frustrated.

"This is stupid. I'm clearly saying it right!"

"No, you are not," I expressed. We had these lessons twice a day in my prison, and as a reward, he would let me out for a day. I still had my ankle shackles on but it felt nice to move around.

"As much as I would love to agree and get you out of my sight-"

"Aw c'mon, sweetheart, you don't mean that," He expressed, his hand still around my wrist.

"I ain't that bad to look at," And his teeth grazed my wrist, over my veins and his eyes. . .oh great mother, his eyes looked at me in such a way only mated pairs should.

"You-You-"

"Cat got your tongue?"

"Tch," I tore my wrist away, "your behavior is very inappropriate. Only mated pairs should look at each other like that."

"Mated pairs?" I sighed at his question.

"When a woman chooses her man, and he in return, they then bond and become Mated for life," It was a simple yet perfect way of life. That is all you wished for yourself and any other Na'vi.

"You don't fool around? Have a taste of anyone else?"

"Your culture seems to think that is all love is, but you are wrong. You know when you have found your mate, and it is like no other feeling. You will do anything for your mate and your children. Na'vi women are noted to become feral when their child is in danger and are considered the most dangerous creature," You saw now Neytiri loved her children and even when they had the smallest scratch, she became so protective of them.

"How do you guys mate? Just attach your braid things?" He was genuinely curious and it made me smile, but not enough for him to notice.

"Guess you're a happy woman then," He was a bit bummed, as you were beautiful, and your spirit is strong.

"I am not mated. Many men were killed the last you were here," I admitted, the fall of my people still bringing a light mist to my eyes. Many friends, and even my own father - all lost but never forgotten. They were all with Eywa now.

"You have sex," I stated bluntly, "and you share your memories."

"Hmm. . .good to know," I watched as he got up and made his way to the door.

"Oh, and (Y/N)? I was checking your pulse. You do find me attractive," He chuckled, leaving as I recalled his fangs grazing over my veins and my cheeks flared.

"As if, you bastard!"

_

"Can you look away?"

"And let you escape? I'm not that fucking stupid."

I rolled my eyes at my captors, who were allowing me to bathe in the natural spring waters because I did not like their mechanical baths.

I moved further into the water, making sure my body was covered. Only my eyes were up above as I moved behind the waterfall, and I caught Miles Quaritchs gaze as I disappeared.

The cool water brought a smile to my face as I bathed, using soap we made from the land and relishing in the cleanliness.

"Having fun?"

I gasped, dipping back down into the water as I saw Miles Quaritch move his body into the waterfall, his shirt off.

"Don't worry, I covered my eyes, sweetheart. Just making sure you aren't running away," He said, averting his gaze.

But mine lingered.

It was shameful, for sure, but my eyes lingered on the water droplets that traveled over every muscle of his chest.

"Why did you hate us?" I asked quietly, and he looked at me.

"Why did you come here?" And kill so many.

He let out a sigh of sadness, like he himself did not know.

"I know my memories say that it was for money. I could see through his eyes that all he saw were disgusting creatures in the way of his goals," He seemed ashamed, like he didn't want to be that man but his memories and name force him to remain that same person.

"Do you hate me?" I asked, my body fully out of the water but his eyes did not trail my body. His eyes remained on mine, and his gentle hand came up to my chin.

"Never, sweetheart."

_

I knew I was in deep trouble. The many times Miles Quaritch came to visit me, and the many times I got to know him - he was a changed man. I could see it in his spirit. He came to adore my planet and our ways, but those around him would not allow him to fully embrace it. It would mean he would abandon his mission, and they would kill him for it.

Which is why I was unsure of my own heart.

I was his prisoner. I was his captive, and yet I felt my heart race anytime he looked at me.

Neytiri would be disappointed in me.

Father would be disappointed in me.

Mother would not be able to stand the sight of me.

Which is why I was crying.

It was late and all were asleep, so I sat in my corner and wept. I had fallen for such a cruel man who killed hundreds of my people, and why? Why did I choose him? Because he might have changed? I did not understand.

"(Y/N)? Are you crying?" Once I heard his hushed voice, I wiped my tears away. The lights remained off, but we could see each other as our bodies gave off the bioluminescent glow.

"Go away, Quaritch."

"If you need anything, you can ask-"

"I do not want anything from you. I want to go home," I hissed, trying to move the focus from my tears.

"I. . .you know I can't let you do that," He sighed, conflicted with himself.

"I do not understand," I whispered, and he grabbed my chin and had me look up at him.

"Understand what?"

"My heart," I admitted, "it wages war with itself."

"Why?"

"You have a strong spirit and a kind heart, and you are not the same man you were once were. . .but I do not understand why my own heart is intertwined with yours," I confessed, and his hand on my chin relaxed and he looked shocked.

"Neytiri will hate me," The thought of my own sister shaming me and looking at me with great hatred made me hate myself.

"Don't say that."

"As much as I yearn for you, that does not erase the things you have done," He held me against him as I wept. My nails dug so deep into the fabric of his shirt that it left holes.

"I wish I stayed dead," He admitted.

"Then maybe I wouldn't see so many Na'vi who despise me. I wouldn't fear death every time I saw an arrow. . .but if I stayed dead, I never would have gotten to know you, sweetheart," He confessed, holding my face in his hands.

There did not need to be any other words as he leaned down and captured my lips in his. In this moment, I did not think of how my people would hate me or that my own mother would not love me. I only thought of his soft lips against mine, and how he felt absolutely perfect to me.

#avatar the way of water #the way of water #colonel quaritch #quaritch x reader #avatar imagine #avatar the way of water imagine #miles quaritch

[byunpum]

They caught us

Pairing: Neteyam x human reader

Tags: fluff, cuddling, teasing, crushes, playful biting, lots of kisses

Warning: light teasing, some smut 18+, the characters have 20's

AVATAR MASTERLIST | Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3 | Part 4

It was a peaceful day at the camp in the mountains. You had been doing your daily task all day, helping Norm with various tests he had to do for his new investigations. You were also helping Jake with the new tracking maps that Norm had given him. Technology was not his thing, that's why he was always looking for his "favorite daughter-in-law", jake joked with that line. According to him, neteyam and you spent all their time together. Neytiri always tapped him on the arm or gave him a blank stare. You didn't have a bad relationship with Neytiri, she always trusted you. She never said anything when you and neteyam would go for a walk, spend time together, even if there were shows of affection between the two of you. It never bothered her, but when someone hinted that you and neteyam might be a couple, you could see her disapproving face.

You didn't get to see any of the boys during the day, you only knew that loak, spider and neteyam were out for a ride, because tuk told you about it. And since you had already finished all your homework, you decided to go to the lab, to see what you could do there, until it was time for dinner. You went in and noticed that there was no one there, norm and max had gone out to do god knows where. As there was no one there, you decided to go to your room. You could go to it, through a door that connected to the lab. It was a hallway, with doors and one of them was your room. You go in…and literally take off your clothes, leaving you with only an oversized shirt and a pair of panties. You lay face down on your bed, watching an old movie on the tablet that Norm had given you for your birthday.

An hour passed, you were so into the movie, until the door to your room opened. Neteyam's head popped in the door, he didn't want to make any noise. He saw that you were in bed and decided to come in. He had keys to your room, actually he was the only one who had them. And it was for good reasons, the first was that if something happened he could come to look for you, the second was because it was easier to meet you at night. He came in quietly, listening as you were singing softly, the song you heard in the movie. He moved in behind you and let himself fall down.

You screamed in fear and tried to turn around. But you calmed down when you heard his laughter. "What are you doing? Let go of me!!!" you complained as you tried to turn around. But it was almost impossible, neteyam was heavier than you and not to mention that he was twice your size. You swear he was more muscular. "mmm I don't want to, I want to stay here. On top of you mmm" says neteyam as he hugs you more and relaxes his body on top of yours. "come on, let me get comfortable…and I'll let you hug me all you want." You moan. He lifts up a little on his elbows, leaving a little space between you and him. You settle down so that you are on your back, he settles back on top of you. Instinctively you wrap your legs around his sides, just above his waist. "Mmm you smell good" says neteyam with his head buried in your neck. "I've been outside all day, I must not smell good" you speak, stroking her hair, and tracing your fingers through his queue. Making him purr. "oh no, honey…your smell is wonderful" you can feel, as he gives several wet kisses. As he gets closer, his hands were embracing you completely. You could feel him exploring your whole body.

Neteyam had become a little more needy in the last few months, and you knew it. He was touching you more than usual. If you were next to him, he would brush his hands over your hips. Or he would move closer to your neck so he could smell your scent. He would stare at you longer, and you could sense that his gaze was not at all innocent. "Nete… what's wrong with you?" you ask him with a little smile, placing your hands on the sides of his face, making him look up at you. Neteyam looks at you, to get close to your face and kiss you. "I love you" says Neteyam, between kisses. Some on your lips and others on your eyes. "I love you too" you laugh, his lips tickle you. Neteyam sits on the bed, and grabs the back of your thigh, to get more comfortable. "I want you…" Neteyam already had his hands down your shirt. " but… you said you didn't want to hurt me" your voice was cut off, as neteyam's fingers rubbed the sides of your stomach, while he kissed your neck. He was pressing himself harder against you. You reached back to kiss him again.

You started to lift your hips to try to find some friction, neteyam noticed this movement and started to imitate your movements. You moaned a little, it felt so good. Your shirt was already halfway down your body, and he was still placing sloppy kisses here and there. He lifted himself up on top of you, to get more comfortable. "Did you close the door?" you ask him, as you run your hands over his stomach. "Yes, yes" he spoke a bit excited, you glanced down at his loincloth and you could already see his growing erection. Neteyam looked at you, and gave you a cheeky grin. As he settled on top of you again. "Do I get another kiss?" asks Neteyam as he starts kissing you. You laugh into the kiss.

"Y/N has to be in his room" says norm, as he is escorted by jake and neytiri down the hallway on the way to your room. Jake had been having trouble with the maps and was looking for you to help him again. "this place is horrible," says neytiri walking next to jake. "there are worse places." norm laughs, as she guides him to your room.

The situation had already escalated, the only noise you could hear in the room was the moaning of both of them. Neteyam was already on his way to your panties, his hand stopped on the edge of them, playing a little. " you know… I hate this thing" he says as he continues kissing neck. " Well, if you want you can take it off" you flirt with him a little bit, pinking your nose against his. While neteyam trails under your panties, brushing his fingers on your little nub. You moan softly, stealing a kiss from him. "mmm don't tease me" you speak, not noticing your bedroom door opening.

You were so entertained between the two of you, you didn't notice the door open. Norm stood in front of Jake and Neytiri. The three of you were silent. No words came out of their mouths, they were in a state of shock. Neteyam was on top of you, your shirt was up, neteyam was kissing you, and they could see where neteyam's hand was. Jake's face changed and so did Norm's. "NETEYAM!!!" neytiri yelled. You two opened your eyes. And tried to get settled as fast as you could. "What's going on here?" neytiri shouted. "It's so obvious!!!" says Jake, making Neytiri look at him, and he changes his gaze. "Mom, I can explain," says Neteyam, sitting on your bed.

You didn't know what to say, you were adjusting your shirt. The situation in itself was embarrassing. "Why-why don't we just let them…. We'll be waiting for you in the lab," says Norm, pushing everyone out of your room. Neytiri was still screaming, while Jake dragged her with him. You two stood there, silent. Until neteyam started laughing.

"Your mother will murder me!!!" you say, and throw yourself backwards on your bed. Neteyam laughs, and lies down next to you. He moves, to bite your ear. "Hey …. are you calm because nothing is going to happen to you" you say. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you" says neteyam lying on top of you again. "Neteyam! They are waiting for us!!!" you moan, as you play along. "Then let them wait".

#avatar the way of water #avatar 2022 #avatar x reader #avatar x you #avatar x y/n #neteyam sully #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x human reader #neteyam x fem reader #neteyam x mate reader #neteyam imagine #human reader #human y/n #female y/n #quaritch x human reader #miles quaritch x reader #recom quaritch #spider x reader #spider socorro #jake sully x reader #kiri x reader #loak x reader #neytiri x reader #neytiri x human reader

[whxre-bxby]

I think it’s okay to take plots aslong as you don’t have everything word from word, I know the very popular one is the jake sullys daughters x miles quaritch

Okay, this is based on a previous request someone made for this scenario, so here you are :)

"Forbidden But Desired"

Recom Quaritch x f. Human Y/N

(Based off a fanfiction on AO3 called "Forbidden Fruit Tastes The Sweetest")

Masterlist

Summary: (Y/N is in Spider's position) Quarithc captures you and finds out you are the daughter of the man whose memories and DNA he has. Being the only person he feels any emotions too, Miles can't help but have you to himself.

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Non-con, somnophilia, indirect incest in a way?, penetration, unprotected sex, size-difference, age-gap, use of 'daddy',

Word Count: 4383

A/N: Sorry I'm so slow with uploading. I'll finish off the current requests, then I'll see if I even re-open them. Thank you for all the kind support though, it makes me really happy that so many people enjoy reading my work. Apology up ahead if this smut seems 'half-assed', I used to be more passionate about this

The room was cold. It was something you’d never seen or been in before. Even the lab back at home was not as cold and quiet as this. You could hear your own thudding heartbeat and every breath you took. The silence scared you. 

Yesterday, the worst thing to probably ever happen to you happened. You were taken from your family. The Sully’s. When the humans left Pandora, you were left behind because you were just a toddler. Born here, you stayed here. Now, of course, it had been many many years since your biological parents had died. You found out at the age of 15 that the man responsible for this was, Miles Quaritch, was your father. But you felt nothing towards him and while hearing that definitely disturbed you, you weren’t upset by his death. In fact, you felt relieved he was gone. And you were ready to spend the rest of your life proving that you are nothing like him. Now, a few years later, the information has settled in and you’ve managed to work past it psychologically. Just because you’re related by blood does not mean you have his intentions. In fact, being related to him makes you more passionate about protecting Pandora from others like him. But as one of the few humans left on this planet, that would be difficult. You’re a ‘big girl’ now, as Jake says when he talks about your responsibilities. He trusts you fully and raised you along with his kids. They are family to you. 

But a few months back, the Sky People were sighted again and we knew they were back. Hiding was currently our only option. Perhaps they had different intentions this time?

That thought died down the second a group of Avatars found you, Lo’ak, Tuk and Kiri in the forest. They must have come from the humans because of their clothes. They spoke English too. Their Na’vi was broken and hard to understand. 

While trying to escape, you fell. You can’t remember what happened but you have vague memories of being carried by the Avatar who seemed to be leading the group. Then you woke up here, all alone. Your toes felt cold and your spine sent a shiver through you as you retreated into a corner of the room. 

The Avatar from before had come into your room a few times already. He introduced himself and you refused to talk to him. You barely even looked at him. But when he told you his Avatar had the memories of the person you hated the most: Miles Quaritch; you couldn’t help but stare up at him in disbelief. Examining his features, you were quick to realise that he really did look like your so-called father. His presence intimidated you and you didn’t know how to feel about him. He didn’t seem like a threat to you. Your instincts weren’t ringing the alarm bells. You knew he wasn’t a good person, but there seemed to be some kind of string attaching the two of you. One that you both refused to acknowledge or act on. 

Quaritch would tell himself he’s being all nice to you because he’s trying to get information out of you through manipulation. You would tell yourself that you hate him and that he’s just as bad as the human version, but somehow, deep down you asked yourself whether he could be different. 

Miles was gentle with you, restraining himself from raising his voice when he questioned you and you would stay quiet. He started to bring you your food, hoping it would help you gain trust towards him. But he hated himself for trying to train you like some dog. Compared to him, you were a tiny creature. ‘A delicate little girl’ he thought, often finding himself admiring your features. Most of them were your mothers which seemed to only draw him more to you. 

He also seemed surprised that you had grown so much. It obviously made sense because he knew that many years had passed since the war, but you were hardly the little girl he had so few memories of. You were almost a fully grown woman and he wished he could be proud of himself for it, but he knows he had no part in your life until perhaps now. 

Today, things took a big turn. You lost track of time, not knowing whether you were sleeping through the days and crying during the nights or the other way around. It had been too long since you had seen the natural daylight or felt the fresh breeze of the wind. Being inside this awful room was so still and dead, it oftentimes made you feel ill. 

You sat curled up in the same corner once more. Miles had visited you during the morning, giving you your food and water. While you slowly ate the dry food, he tried to talk to you about things that weren’t related to his mission. He was asking about you. But not because he needed it for work, but because he cared. Miles realised he cared about you on Day 3 when Ardmore had suggested to just ‘get rid’ of you because you weren’t cooperating. Not even her tortuous methods worked on you. The thought of that happening made him panic inside and he managed to persuade her to give him more time. Though he wasn’t sure exactly how much time he was getting for you, he knew he would rather disobey her orders and ‘set you free’ in the forest instead of leaving you in her hands. 

He didn’t feel like your dad and he knew very well you didn’t accept being his daughter, but there was a deep emotional connection between the two of you that neither of you have with anyone else. Miles has been left to himself since he was brought back as an Avatar. Everything had constantly been strictly professional and work-related. 

You are the only personal thing he has in his life. The one person he feels he can let his guard down in front of. The only real person he actually seems to enjoy being around. Also, the only person he misses when he’s alone and not in your room. 

This is why he was spending his evening behind the mirrored glass, watching you softly cry in your little corner. You couldn’t see him because the glass only showed your reflection but he was there and he felt guilty for leaving you in such a state. You had been showered, cleaned and fed. But you weren’t happy and he could clearly see that. Miles knows he shouldn’t care as much as he does, but he can’t help himself. Something inside him longs for you and makes him want to protect you, even if it’s against his own people. He often feels like he needs to protect you from himself. After all, he’s the reason you ended up here. He knows he’s causing you your suffering, so he tries to think of ways to reduce it.

The large automatic door opens and he steps inside. You hold your breath, glancing up at him and holding back your tears. It annoys you when others see you at your most vulnerable. You don’t like feeling small, but oddly enough you don’t seem to care about that around Miles. His presence affects you differently. Almost as if you feel safe enough to cry and relax in his presence. Something your logical mind would clearly say no to. 

He gazes down at your small figure. His sad eyes take pity on you. 

“Come with me.” he says. The words were meant to be spoken as an order, but instead, his voice grew soft and became oddly comforting. 

You stand up, not thinking twice about his words. Anything to leave this room. He seems pleased with your sudden cooperation so he leads the way, making sure you’re close by. There’s no need to handcuff you or restrict you in any other way. He can catch you in seconds if you attempt to run away. You yourself know you don’t stand a chance. 

Quaritch leads you to a secluded hallway and uses a cyber key to unlock a door. The frame fits his size so you assume it’s made for Avatars. His large blue hand pushes the door open before his eyes glance back at you, silently telling you to go inside. 

You listen, slowly walking inside and looking around once he switches the light on. It’s his room.

“I’m not gonna let them treat you like some kind of animal.” he says, clearly seeming angered at the thought of that. 

“You did..” You reply, turning around. Your English isn’t at its best because you normally speak Na’vi. But you manage. 

He seems affected by your words and his eyes lower in disappointment. 

“Not anymore.” he says, promising that to you and to himself. 

“They don’t get te’ have you anymore.” 

His words confuse you. 

“But you do?” I ask, wondering what changed in his head to make him suddenly almost hide me with him. 

He doesn’t answer that. Miles doesn’t know how to. But he knows that if anyone gets you it's him. He has a reason for you to belong to him. You are emotionally connected and he’s the one that captured you. It only makes sense. But to tell you his thoughts won’t happen. You’re too pure to be told that you’re being kept by him. Words won’t tell you, but you’ll find out soon enough anyway. Perhaps through actions. 

His room was split in two. The bedroom and what you assumed to be a bathroom. He pointed you towards the bed. You haven’t seen anything like it before but by looking at it, you could tell it’s soft, so you obeyed him and lay down. 

He watched you settle down for a few moments, noting how innocent you were. Nothing about climbing into his bed seemed wrong or even slightly uncomfortable to you. He knows it’s because you live differently than he does, but it amuses him. You lay down so willingly, almost tricking him into wanting to lay down with you. 

Quaritch managed to push his thoughts away, leaving you alone in the room as the bathroom door shut behind him. You didn’t mind anything at this point. You were just happy to not be cold and uncomfortable anymore. 

Time seemed to fly by because of how comfortable you felt, wrapped in this large blanket.

You heard the same door from before creek open and Quaritch stepped back into the room. He changed clothes or rather removed some. But seeing him without a shirt on didn’t really faze you. After all, that’s how you’ve always seen all Na’vi. But Miles had much more muscle mass. You could probably stare at his torso all day if you had the chance. The feeling confuses you because you don’t do that, ever.

He walks up to the side of the bed, peering down at you once more. The sight comforts his cold heart. You look happy which means he’s managed to help you in a way. 

You’re on the brink of falling asleep when you feel the mattress dip next to you as Quaritch lays himself down. The blanket is all around you which makes him chuckle. 

“You can’t have it all, you gotta share, princess.” he grins, looking over to you. You open your eyes and look at him, not understanding what he means. So to help you out, he pulls the blanket from you which makes you frown. An expression that amuses him further. 

“No.” you whine, trying to grab it back. 

“Don’t worry, it’s big enough for both of us, kid.” he chuckles lowly. The blanket is now on him but you’re too far away for it to reach you. 

“I want it back.” you plead, watching his eyes study you while he grins. Instead of responding with words, he lifts up a corner of the blanket and smirks at you, as if he were saying that you must lay there to get it. 

You stay still for a few moments. Your mind is loading. But Quaritch isn’t feeling that patient today. It’s his room, his rules, so he reaches for you and pulls your right against him so that your back is pressed against his chest. 

“What are you-” 

“Sleepin’ in my bed comes with terms and conditions, sweet’eart.” he replies in his gruff, sleepy voice. 

His large, heavy hands wrap around you, making it impossible for you to leave. But oddly, you don’t want to. His body warmth comforts you and you start to relax your tensed body.

Your eyes grow heavy and before you know it, you’re asleep. 

Miles feels your soft breath fan against his arm and he feels like he’s cradling a kitten. You’re so small and beautiful to him, he knows he must be careful having you around him. 

Being so close to you makes him realise how good you smell and how soft your skin and hair are. You just look so inviting, he’s having a hard time falling asleep. Instead, his heartbeat is starting to pick up speed, involuntarily riling him up. In the back of his head, he doesn’t feel wrong for handling you like this. Taking advantage of your innocence doesn’t seem that wrong to him right now. He would never hurt you, but he’s done worse than this, so it doesn’t seem to faze him. Especially when the slowly building arousal is starting to badly influence his common sense. 

You’re so close to him and you’re his. He has a right to be with you. You belong to him. Why shouldn’t he be able to explore and use what’s his?

His thoughts go wild as he starts to hesitantly imagine all the things he could do to you. You’re just laying there, so relaxed and available for him, he can’t just say no. He slowly unwraps his hands from around you, keeping his eyes trained on your body to make sure you’re still asleep. 

When you don’t move, he tells the guilty part of him that you want this. Even though he knows he’s fully taking advantage of your size and innocence, he’s too worked up to let this go. His shorts feel tight around him and his growing erection, but he doesn’t focus on that just yet. He wants to see you for you before he focuses on himself. 

They didn’t change you out of your Na’vi clothes, so most of your skin is exposed to Miles anyway. His hands move your hair to the side, exposing your back and the small strings keeping your chest piece attached. 

His heart is now racing. He can’t believe what he’s doing but he won’t stop. Not with you looking so pretty in his bed.

Quaritch props himself up on one elbow, while his free hand gently traces your body, running from your shoulder, along your side and to your hips.

He leans forward, massaging the soft flesh of your hip before pressing his lips against your warm skin. His eyes close and he inhales deeply, not being able to get enough of the way you smell. Then, Miles pulls away, kissing you up to your shoulder blade. You’re so soft he feels the urge to just grab you and sink his teeth into your flesh but luckily for you, he doesn’t. Knowing you will probably shy away if you’re awake, Miles decides to explore you further by himself so that he can take his time toying with you instead of having to hold you down and keep you quiet. 

Carefully, he slides the blanket off the both of you and sits up to properly look at you. He starts to fumble with the strings of your top, untying them and watching them loosely drape around your back. Miles’ large hand then finds your shoulder and he gently pulls you to him and turns you onto your back. He can’t wait much longer so he takes one string in between his fingertips and lifts your chest piece up, gently pulling it from your calmy sleeping body. 

He draws a deep breath to stay composed while his darkened eyes drink in your bare chest. Such a pretty young thing you are, fully on display to him and only him. 

He wants to devour you and drag his tongue and lips over every inch of your body, but he can’t risk waking you up just yet. He needs to see more before he can start touching you. 

Miles slowly moves onto his knees, sitting by your legs. You’re wearing a loincloth like all other Na’vi. Something he hated before, not liking how they imprinted their culture on you. But now, he was almost thankful you weren’t covered in human clothes from head to toe. 

He takes the material covering your crotch at the front and lifts it up to reveal that you aren’t actually bare underneath. You’re wearing something similar to panties except out of their woven fabric. Miles ignores the small beads and pattern of your loincloth and just hooks his fingertips under the sides of your waistband and slowly pulls it down your legs, teasing himself. 

Once he lays eyes on your bare cunt Miles groans, struggling to stick to his plan of just looking. He knows now that he won’t be able to just admire you. He needs you for himself. 

God, you’re just so beautiful he can’t help himself. His large hands gently wrap around your legs, parting them to fully expose your pussy to his predatory eyes. What a pretty little thing you’ve grown to be. 

You look so tasteful, Miles has to touch you. His fingers trace an outline around your pussy, watching a small shiver overcome your body in your sleep.

‘So sensitive’ he thinks, wondering whether you’ve ever done anything sexual with someone before. But judging by the way your body seems to eagerly be responding to his smallest touches, he concludes that you really are as innocent as he thought. It also means he needs to approach this with a gentle hand, not to scare or hurt you. 

His fingertip slips between your folds, gently massaging you while watching your reactions. You’re still asleep but your breathing seems to occasionally change patterns. Your warmth has Miles feeling excited to feel it around him, whether that will even end up working. He had to stretch you out for him first, knowing he could hurt you if he didn’t.

His fingertip continues to gently flick over your clit, rubbing you along your slit until he feels the flesh give in and he reaches your hole. Slowly, Miles starts to push his finger into you and a deep growl rumbles through his chest when he feels the slick start to form inside you. But you’re still so tight, which he loves but he knows he must relax your muscles to make this pleasurable for you. You're his little girl after all, he can’t have you crying in pain underneath him. 

It’s his job to care of you.

He starts to work you open for him, gently pushing two fingers into you now. Miles lowers his head closer to you, noticing that your slick has started to seep out of your tiny hole. His fingers have spread it all over your pussy until it is now glistening and shiny, making his mouth water. He must taste you, to confirm you’re really his. His mouth has to explore and experience his girl. 

He uses his tongue to pleasure you and take away the slightly uncomfortable feeling his fingers may be creating inside you. Miles’ eyes stay trained on your face as he peers up at you. You’re still asleep which amazes him. 

Once your pussy has managed to engulf his third fingers, Miles can’t wait anymore. That’ll do. He keeps your legs resting open for him while he pulls his loose pants down to his mid-thigh, finally freeing his aching erection. He knows he won’t fit all of him into you. You’re too delicate and small, but anything will do for him at this point. 

He wants to guide you through this experience because he knows you have no idea about these kinds of things. 

Seeing himself as your closest person, he feels he has the right to be your first. To take away the virginity you were born with, and lead you through this step of becoming a woman. To ‘break you in’. 

He reaches down, wrapping his hand around his shaft before pressing his tip against your heat. Miles hears you sigh in your sleep and your head turns to the other side, but your eyes stay closed.

He starts to rub himself against you, covering himself in your sweet wetness while letting his precum drizzle down onto your pussy. A shiver of excitement runs up his spine when he imagines how he’ll fill you up with his cum and permanently mark you as his. So that when he is finished with you, you’ll still be stained with his scent, making everyone who ever crosses you know that he claimed you. 

With that thought, he starts to slowly apply pressure to your hole, gently pressing his tip against it until he feels it give way and start to let him in. Once his tip is almost in, he lets go of himself and positions himself above you. Your eyebrows are furrowed and your breathing has quickened, but you don’t seem to be awake just yet, so he continues to push himself into you. 

He sharply inhales when he feels how tightly you’re squeezing him, but he can’t stop. Fuck it feels too good. His hips involuntarily buck forwards and he forces himself inside you until his tip hits your cervix. His eyes are closed in bliss, cherishing the feeling of being so close to you. 

A small whimper makes Miles open his eyes and he meets your confused eyes, slowly waking up. You rub your eye, glancing around the room before looking up at him. He can see that you have no idea what is happening yet, so he slowly withdraws his throbbing length from inside you before pushing back inside. You clench your jaw, sucking in a pained breath and gasping.

“What’s happening?” You ask, trying to sit up but Quaritch restricts you from doing so by hovering over you. He dips his head down to your neck, placing soft kisses along your warm skin. 

“Don’t worry, baby. You’re in good hands.” He whispers, starting to rhythmically move his hips against yours. Your mouth is parted in surprise. You feel him deep inside you and it‘s so unexpected, you don‘t know how to react. 

“Miles-“ you whisper in a shaky voice, not sure whether you should ask him what he’s doing, whether to stop or why you weirdly don’t hate it. 

“Shh, let me take care of you.” He whispers, nipping at your neck with his fangs while he continues to gently thrust in and out of you. 

“Daddy’s little girl” he hums into your ear. “Be good and stay still for me.”

Your small hands go up to grip his shoulders and you give him an experimental push but Miles won’t budge even a bit. So instead, you hold on to him, but you’re not sure why. 

One of his hands snakes down between your bodies and he starts to toy with your clit again, watching your confusion and pleasure mix. The stretch of him hurt you but somehow, that made it feel nice. 

“How’s that feel, sweet’eart?” He asks, continuing to massage you with his rough hands. 

Your innocent eyes find him while you try to think of an answer. 

“Good…” you whisper, wondering whether he might stop now but Miles doesn’t. 

“Mhm,” he hums, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “Do you know what I’m doin’?” He asks and his voice sounds gruff. 

You shake your head ‘no’. 

“Makin’ you mine.” 

His words make you feel more excited and Miles notices this when your pussy clenches around him. A smirk appears on his face as he continues to drive himself into you. He realises your tight muscles are finally easing around him so he quickens his pace, seeming happy that your body has accepted him inside you. 

“M’ gonna fill you up, baby.” He grunts, starting to slowly lose control of his steady pace. Your stomach feels fuzzy and it makes you spread your legs further, hoping it will make the good feeling stay. It does. Miles instantly receives your invitation and starts to rut himself into you

You hum in pleasure, not feeling too bad about this. Jake was a father to you. You barely knew this man, so it didn’t seem that wrong to you. Miles however knew some part of this was wrong, but he wasn’t related to you biologically, only through memories. 

His fingers rub rough circles over your clit and you gasp before the bubble inside you bursts. Your body trembles and your muscles spasming around Miles help him over the edge and into bliss. His biceps and core muscles flex as he shoots his cum inside you, thrusting a few more times to make sure he’s stuffed you full with it as much as possible. 

Once he starts to calm down, Miles takes a little pity on your small figure. He knows he took advantage of you, but he won’t dwell on it too much now. Instead, he lays himself down next to you, rotating your body with him so that you're both lying against each other and on your sides like before. He keeps himself halfway inside you to prevent his cum from dripping out of you. You need to stay full until morning. Then at least, he can replace the last load with a fresh one. Fill you up until your womb is full of him and until you can’t walk anymore. Maybe he’ll do this to you every night, just to make sure it’s clear to you and to Jake if he meets you again, that you belong to Quaritch and no one else.

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[whereireid]

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would u do hcs for riding their thighs 😋 or an imagine of one of em they all got some nice laps

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ — 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰/ 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 + 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 | 𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

summary: thigh riding with the boys. all drabbles

— warnings: thigh riding - orgasms, oral fixations, twisted dynamic (specifically between quaritch and reader, can't write that man nicely) nicknames [bunny, sweetheart, sweet girl, daddy] - whether reader is na'vi or human is up to your interpretation!-

ꕤ 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇

"Nice and wet already, huh, bunny?" Quaritch says from above you, your pretty cheeks flushing over with warmth as his hands come down to grasp your hips.

He is huge. Frighteningly so. Your heart hammers in your chest, your eyelashes batting rapidly, your hands frantically holding onto his shirt. It feels wrong - so, so wrong to be naked atop of him, especially when he's fully dressed. You're so bothered - so embarrassed that you actually look like you're going to cry, your big doe-eyes glistening with tears.

"You gonna cry, bunny? You gonna cry when you cum all over daddy's pants?" His tone drips with mockery, and he has the audacity to laugh at you when you breathe out shakily, your hands trembling as you grip tighter onto his shirt.

“Please stop,” you whimper as he grinds your hips for you roughly, his cargo pants stimulating your clit shamefully. “It - it feels weird,”

"It feels good and you don't like it," Quaritch interrupts plainly, his fingers toying with your lips, letting out a quiet hiss as your mouth instinctively wraps around them to suck. "That's my girl. My little bouncy bunny, bouncing up and down her daddy's thighs. Feel's good, doesn't it?"

Shamefully humming in agreement, you dip your head slightly, your mouth still wrapped around his fingers, sucking carefully. Perhaps it's because there's so much of him that you can't hold back. The folds of his cargo pants press against you harshly, the fabric stimulating your clit, and you pathetically whine against him.

Quaritch smirks, leaning back slightly to take you all in. He presses his fingers against your tongue, satisfied with just how well you're taking him - how you're grinding against him despite the shame and guilt that comes with it. "Come undone all over my pants, bunny. I want the world to see what a dirty little slut you are."

As you gasp against him, your little hips desperately rutting on his thighs, squirting all over him like you have no shame, he lets out a gentle hiss, ears pinning backward instinctively. You're going to do this all over again until you're an even more crying, weeping mess on his thighs.

ꕤ 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘

Thick thighs; strong thighs. Once weak and small, foreign to the strength needed to run on forest floors and mountain land, now tough and powerful. It's hard to drag your eyes away from your mate, as he kneads moisture into his legs to soothe the ache from adapting to a newer climate: the ocean.

"You starin' at me, sweetheart?" Jake's voice is cool and calming, his eyes not leaving his thighs as he addresses you.

Ears pinning backward, a slight flush of warmth spreads across your cheeks. "I like what I see," you answer honestly, and your mate chuckles to himself, rubbing the moisturizer into his thighs in hard, circular motions.

He hisses. "You are doing it wrong, ma Jake. Gentle, gentle, here, let me help you." You take the pot of moisture away from him, silently clambering onto his lap, your chest growing tight as you softly begin to knead his thighs.

Jake stares at you. It is intense and piercing, and he grumbles as your fingers dully brush against his crotch as you rub his thighs. They are big and muscular - flexing every time you roll your thumbs against a particularly tight knot, and you find yourself dreaming about what you could do with them. How good they could make you feel.

"You okay, sweetheart? Seem to be dozin' off slightly." Jake's hand slither into your hair and you mewl quietly, your nose brushing against one of his thighs. You pepper a soft kiss to it, and he hums. "I think I know what you want."

"Do you?"

"Mmm. Sit on my lap for me, sweet girl, that's right - uh-huh, perfect."

It's a strange feeling at first. Jake's thighs are lotioned up, soft and glistening, and you find your body slipping subconsciously down his thighs. Your bottom half is almost bare against him, and you stifle an obnoxious moan as he steadies your hips so you don't slip anymore. The friction feels amazing, and you pout at his steadying, wiggling your hips side by side softly.

You hope he doesn't notice, but Jake isn't stupid. He grins to himself as he softly begins to roll your hips up and down, pressing you hard against his thighs. Your arms wrap around him instinctively, your head nuzzling into the crook of his neck, your senses overstimulated with his scent and the feeling of his strong thighs flexing under your cunt.

"Let's see how good I can make you feel, huh, sweet girl?"

ꕤ 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐈

"Make yourself feel good, my flower. Do not worry about me."

Tonowari's big, strong arms are wrapped around your waist, his face nuzzling into your neck, breathing in your scent. It is new to him, all of this - feeling so devoted and prideful. Your womb blooms with life, and he is afraid to hurt you. The birth of your first child will be soon, and he does not want to risk any consequences.

He's heard enough horror stories to know otherwise. Tonowari grunts as you shuffle against him, your loincloth abandoned on the hut floor. There is no light but that of candlelight, burning low, and he can just make out your lewd and illicit features. His bare thighs flex as you comfortably plant yourself against him, thighs spread either side of his eagerly, your womb swollen with life.

It makes his cock throb eagerly when he hears you moan - when he feels your slick press against his thigh, when you begin to grind atop of him. It's painful - so incredibly painful to watch his mate come undone with no help, but he cannot do anything.

He must watch.

Your body trembles against him softly, your voice wavering as you moan, "oh, Tonowari, your thighs are so strong. They are like that of a great warrior. You manage to please me in every sector of life."

Like clockwork, he tenses again, eager to please. Tonowari peppers soft kisses against your face, basking in the salty taste of water and sweat as you begin to rut against him in a desperate frenzy of heat. "My flower, do not wilt yourself out. I want you to bloom."

"I'm blooming, Tonowari - oh Ewya - I'm so close," your voice wavers a your cunt slicks against his thighs, comfortable as he flexes beneath you, urging him to bounce his leg softly. And he does - of course he does because all Tonowari ever wants to do is please you, so he looks away, a dark blue blush rising on his cheeks like the dawn, and bounces his legs.

It is enough for you. If Tonowari let you, you would worship his thighs - pepper gentle kisses to them, devote yourself to them - but he won't. So this is what you settle for, an orgasm that drowns you, which has your mate holding you up as you cream all over his legs, body convulsing atop of him.

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[lolita-lollipop]

A green dress

MILES QUARITCH X READER

(Implied age gap, quaritch just being whipped, his team laughing at him for it)

The first time quaritch saw you, was at a banquet, held for hugh ranking military officials in their honor.

You were younger than most of the honored officials here, wearing a short little green dress, one that hugged your waist snugly, and little heels that did absolutely nothing other than exxentuate how much smaller you were than all the giant military men and women here. Not covered in tattoos, not almost 7 feet tall, not muscular like you worked out every day. It intrugued him, usually only the same type of people showed up to these events, people that were either required to go, or people that wanted to come to talk about themselves. You certainly werent at all like him.

You didnt seem like either of those people, you didnt necessarily look unhappy to be here, unlike those who were glued to their phones with a scowl, you were sitting with a pleasent smile, tucked in a corner of the room. But you also werent exactly social, it was obvious you knew nobody here, unlike those who were flaunting their medals and drinking like there was no tommorow, you just sat there in your little green dress and tiny heels, staring at the people around. On the occassion a man or a woman would try to get you to dance with them, but you would politely decline.

It confused him honestly, a pretty girl like you coming to an event like this, and not wanting to go home with someone. Even though quaritch was engaged in a conversation with his team, he couldnt peel his eyes off of you, couldnt stop trying to figure you out, figure out why you were. Figure out why he felt like he had to figure you out. It was so strange, he would try to come up and talk to you, puffing his chest out and standing up as tall as he could, but the second he would come even close, those eyes of yours, that dress, made him feel like a silly llittle schoolboy, and he would turn around.

How silly was that? Colonol miles quaritch, a man who had come back to earth for a few weeks for a series of parties in his honor , the guy who traveled space and invaded planets with a cold heart, the strongest fifty-something here was too shy to talk to a girl.

By the time he had finally mustered up the courage to go up to your table, your bag wasnt on the seat anymore, your chair was pushed in nice and neat, you had left before he even got the chance to say a word to you. The teasing from his team was endless. Lynel went as far as to call quaritch a little baby boy,

Lynel also happened to get punched in the face that night, by some coincidence.

----

The next time he saw you, you were wearing the same exact little green dress, and the same exact little black heels, this time you had your hair tied back though, but you were just as beautiful as last time. You still acted the same, sitting alone fiddling with the napkin at your table, watching and listening to the people around, refusing the occasional request to dance. Still catching the complete attention of the one and only Miles Quaritch.

Except this time, he wasnt going to chicken out. The second he saw you, he completely walked away from lynel and his squad, they all wolf whistled and hooted as he made his way along. Doing the same thing as last time, puffing out his chest and flexing, appearing as strong as he could. Miles quaritch was an attractive man, and he no doubt knew it, but still, the thought of you looking at him and seeing a weak old man, that made him feel sick. He wouldnt let you think that. You couldn’t.

He pulled out the chair next to you, settling himself down, leaning back and spreading his legs, towering over you even as he sat down. You payed no acknowledgement, seemingly lost in your own train of thought, your hands fiddled with the napkin, folding and pulling at the threads. Your eyes were fixed on one of the walls in the bright room, wide, staring. It was honestly adorable, you were completely zoned out, completely oblivious.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing at an event like this?” he spoke, placing his elbows on the table and setting a hand on top of the napkin, his words snapped you out of your trance. And you locked eyes with his, the colonels squad was hooting and screaming like madmen in the corner, he paid absolutely no attention to them. You stared at him for a moment, or more so stared up at him, pulling your hands away from the napkin, and unintentionally making his hand fall in your lap. Your dress was velvet, he hadnt realized.

“Hm?” you let out, staring at him with those eyes of yours. God you were so gorgeous, up close it was even better. And you looked even cuter with that confused look on your face, your voice was high pitched, laced with a little bit of that far away look you had just moments ago.

“I mean i would hate to assume, but you don't look like the type of crowd i would see here. Not many of us look like… you. “ he drawled in his southern accent, you tensed when he didnt make any move to take his hand out of your lap. Quaritch had to hold back the string of complements he wanted to give to you, not wanting to freak you out more, as you already looked like a deer in headlights.

“Oh- i-im not in the military. Im an intern- uh- in science. I’m just trying to get my masters right now- um. My boss wanted me to come in case he needed a ride home.” you spluttered, now understanding his question. Yes, quaritch scared you, being tall, wise, big, strong, heartless in a way that no man here was, obviously he was intimidating, especially since youd known how he felt about science. Safe to say colonel miles quaritch was not someone who went by the books. You, on the other hand, were the exact opposite. It wasnt your fault you could barely string out a sentence to the man, he was scary, even to some of the highest military officials. Let alone a little intern to a little company.

“A scientist huh? Whaddya study?” he finally retracted his hand, and you relaxed, only for him to give you a stare that pierced into the center of your heart, a gaze that confused you, made you feel strange. He let a smirk splay across his face, understanding what he was doing to you, all of his confidence came back to him when he saw the way you couldnt meet his gaze, instead looking down at your hands, and fiddling your thumbs.

“Oh- I work in software engineering- I help design technology that you guys use up there- like those masks.” You replied in a hushed tone, still staring down into your lap. He perked an eyebrow at you, still letting that smirk of his burn itself in your brain. The room around seemed to paying much more attention to the two of you than their own conversations, the only little scientist in the room having a conversation with miles quaritch.

“Well isnt that adorable? You must like it-” he continued in that teasing tone that very clearly made your cheeks heat up. You really couldnt tell if you wanted him to keep talking or if you wanted him to go away. It was decided for you though, when your boss, wearing a fitted black suit covered in medals and awards he won, placed his hand on your shoulder and squeezed a little too hard for quaritches liking, you let out a squeak in suprise.

“Time to leave, im getting tired. Get up and take me home.” The short little man kept his hand on your shoulder, and stared at quaritch, who was scowling at him for interrupting him. Nobody did that, he was especially annoyed that it was when he was talking to you, in fact if it werent for you here he wouldve punched the guy in the face. The man paid no respect to you, ordering you around like a little servant, and you just let him, bless your heart, it made quaritch want to stab him more than hes ever wanted to stab anybody.

“Yes sir. Uhm- bye.” you finally met the giant mans eyes for a split second, a vulnerable, almost scared look laced throughout, it was obvious, the man with his hand on your shoulder scared you, and you couldnt do anything about it.

“Bye sweetheart, see ya next time” And with a threatening stare sent to your boss from quaritch, you picked up your little green handbag, and pushed in your chair, walking away at your bosses tail. Your little heels clicked against the floor, and quaritch watched as your green dress disappeared in the crowd of people.

Fuck.

---

The last time quaritch saw you on earth, you were still wearing that same little green dress he had grown to look out for, yet again at another party, the final one he would be attending before returning to pandora. Except this time, he showed up early, and he wasnt letting you slip away, not like the other times.

Immediately upon seeing you, fiddling with the napkin again, a habit that he’d figured you’d picked up out of boredom, he took no time in walking away from lyle, cutting their conversation short, and pulling up a chair again, like last time. But he had a plan now, and he knew it wouldnt fail, it couldn’t.

“Theres my favorite software engineer. I don't think I introduced myself last time, it's Quaritch, Colonel Miles Quaritch.”

“Oh. Yeah, I know.” you softly spoke, placing the napkin down this time and actually meeting his gaze, you were short, and curt. You werent like this last time he spoke to you, you didnt give him a pleasant smile, You werent open and sweet like last time. You looked more like a scared child than a scientist with a phd. You had this look in your eyes, basically telling him to go away, like you would get in trouble if he didnt.

“Oh? I must be pretty popular for a girl like you to know about me. Got a reputation right?” he teased, letting that predator-like smile of his spread across his face, the man stared down at you waiting for you to reply. You just sat there, curling in upon yourself, trying to sink into the seat and disappear. He didnt know what was wrong, but you clearly were almost scared of speaking to him, and he didnt like it, not one bit.

“Uhm- sir. I’m not supposed to talk to you, please go away.” you looked back into your hands, further bending your posture, which only made you look smaller than you were, at least compared to how he saw you. THe more he looked at you, the more he noticed, That little green dress of yours was starting to wear down, the emerald green fading to grey, the shoulders stretching out slightly. Your words brought a frown across his already- naturally angry face.

“And why not?” Those words alone had your breath hitching, a sense of mild stress humming at the back of your brain, you could feel your bossses eyes on you.

“I-i don't know. My boss just told me not to.” You sent a glance to the fat man standing in a tight fitting black suit, the man was standing there, staring right back, a threatening glare set in his features. So thats what it was. Quaritch was already a violent man, being the one leading expiditions against the natives of pandora. And he certainly didnt think he could further his violence, but oh boy did he want to now.

“Well then, i’ll make this quick. I want you to work for me, cupcake.” He spoke, louder than the rest of the room, intentionally of course, he wasnt intending on making a scene at first. But now he wanted your boss to hear, he wanted your boss to know that he was the man you were leaving him for.

“Uh- what?” you barely spluttered out, eyes locked on your boss, or soon to be old boss. The thought alone of working for such a man scared you, sure, you didnt like your boss, not one bit, but he wasnt all bad, he sometimes let you go home for lunch, or if he didnt want his moring coffee he would let you have it. You didnt know colonel miles quaritch, yes, you knew of him, and what you knew of him wasnt good, he was cruel, killed so many, broken so much equipment. Payed no reguard for the world around him.

But.. he also seemed so nice. He asked you about your work, complimented you and what you did, called you pretty. So much nicer than your own boss had ever been. Would it really be all that bad? You already worked in a government job, but you were more of an assistant than a scientist, if you actually went to pandora you would be able to see so much more, do so much more. You could gain a title, an actual place.

“You wouldnt be an assistant anymore- and we sure got more science up there than youll ever see down here. Ill treat ya real nice, don't worry. So whaddya say?” he spoke, the country drawl behind his voice coming out, one that made you nervous. He placed a hand on your shoulder, forcing you to look up at him, you stayed silent, doing nothing but staring at him with those wide eyes of yours.

“Cmon, Ill pay you triple whatever he is, and all travel and housing is free. Ill even buy you a new little dress. “ His hand squeezed gently, and you couldnt help but think that the rumors about this man werent all true, he seemed so soft, so gentle. Not yelling at you, paying respect to your work, treating you like a person, not an object. Although the things he made you feel were strange, and confusing, what could be the worst that could happen.

Well, for starters, this could be a trick and you could die up there, or be abused, or working as a scientist for the military on another planet wouldnt turn out exactly how you wanted it to. You knew you should say no, say that you wanted to stay down here on earth, where it's safe, where it's quiet, where youre just an assistant, you knew you shouldnt, you knew you should say no, you knew that this was a bad idea. You HAD to say no, you have to.

“O-okay, Ill have to turn in my two weeks though- so i cant go very soon- and I have a cat so that might-”

“Don't worry darlin, ill get it all sorted out for you, just oack up all your pretty little things and ill do the rest.”

---

Quaritches sqad had known what quaritch felt about you, since the first time hed seen you and his eyes didnt leave the little woman in the little green dress and little black heels, none of them wouldve ever assumed a soft girl like you, a scientist no less, to be his type. But still, there you were, shyly staring at the man. None of them had ever seen quaritch look like he did right now, look like he actually wanted something, like he had to work for it.

Oh my god he looked like a lost puppy.

They all cackled at the man, giggling like toddlers when he came back all red like a little schoolboy. The same man that yelled at them day and night folding for some little intern? Unheard of. They were beyond shocked when they saw you again, and yet again, their boss approached you, shock turned to laughter and more drinks soon, and by the end of the night, so many theories had been made on you.

Maybe you were the daughter of someone important

Maybe you were rich

Maybe quaritch liked younger women

Maybe you were just sweet

You certainly looked the type

No matter how hard they tried to find the exact reason quaritch liked a soft little thing like you, they couldn’t place it. It suprised them to no end when he told them how he was taking you out on a date the last day he was staying on earth. Him? Taking a girl out? Unheard of. What’s next, a pretty little picnic with butterflies and rainbows?

Nope.

Something even more shocking.

“Team, meet our newest addition, y/n. We’re gonna treat her real nice right? “ the man had a hand placed on your shoulder in a protective stance, daring any single one of them to say anything that would make you uncomfortable. The team connected eyes, holding back small snickers at how possessive the colonel was acting. He didn’t even seem to realize it either.

“Ehm- yes. Hi, I’m y/n” oh god- everything about you was just the exact opposite of quaritch, soft, timid, almost spacy. Lynel locked eyes with his boss for a few seconds, a mischievous smirk splayed across his face.

“Of course we will, after all that trouble little miles over here had to go through to get you- wouldn’t want to-“ he begun teasing, but was promptly met with a boot to the face. The team giggled at Lynel gargling under quaritch foot, but he payed no mind. Placing a hand around your waist and sending a glare back to the group, all who were smirking and smiling like he’d said something stupid, quaritch begun walking, you in tow.

“Now, let me show you your new room,

Cupcake”

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Please leave any comment at all on what you think, just seeing those comments makes me happy, and don’t think I don’t read each one individually.

The way I know quaritch is literally a mass murderer but I don’t even care- like I didn’t know I had these issues until I started having these issues.

Not requested, just noticed a lack of quaritch content that appealed to me ( aka not smut) and wanted to make it a reality. Stilll, thank you so much for reading!

Anyway, have a great day! Bye!

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[teyamloving12]

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫l

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Miles Quaritch x F!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ content, large age gap, cursing, mentions of violence, implied sex, dub-con, abuse of authority, unprotected sex, etc.

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: He was always watching. He saw you grow up into who you are now and only chuckled at the snarky remarks you made towards him.

He was vigilant, at least that what his mother would say when he was young. He was always wary of the people and things that dared to breathe around him. Maybe that is why he was held in high regard-- no, people didnt show him any regard or esteem. They were not at ease as a consequence of his barbaric tactics. The excruciating demands from his mouth when he bellowed commands to the inferior was immeasurable.

"𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞."

His lean muscles become tense whilst he caught a glimpse of the imbeciles that bowed before him. The little bastard of one of the recombinants would only amuse herself with the teddy bear that had a broken button as its eye in the corner of the meeting room.

His eyes would turn to then look at the little girl and she would express tenderness. A smile meritorious of millions, a piece of treasure that would glisten when polished. She was the ripest fruit upon the tree.

He softened for once in his life but he regained his composure and scoffed at the little, joyful creature. She is pathetic like her father. Always smiling and galavanting about the place. "No wonder Sully killed him", he said in a low-pitched tone. The fool left his little bastard after conjuring her up in her mother's womb. Is that what a man is? What whore of a woman opens her legs during war?

From a mere babe to a woman, he watched with keen eyes as you matured. He knew you despised his existence. He knew you picked up your father's soft and wimpish heart and mind. He felt a glare full of disgust from across the room. He only chuckled. Inadequate. You were pathetic, however, how could he resist that malevolent glow in your eyes?

The meeting room was packed like sardines and as loud as a clap of thunder. Shouts and cries of annoyance and protest echoed across the meeting room. Quaritch tilted his head at the sight of his team at each other's throats. "Jake Sully is a traitor that must be killed immediately", he roared. His ear-splitting voice boomed across the room.

"I beg to disagree", _____ said with an iron hand. "You come to their home demanding control and honor.", ______ started. Not a hint of apprehensiveness came from your tone. "This is their home and you came to disrespect it, therefore Sully chose the right path to leave rather than to stay.", _____ continued, fearing not the consequences that came after. "You got your mother's smart mouth huh?", Quaritch chuckled.

Though his hair was gray with white streaks on both sides of his head, his body was still muscular and strong. He had the ability to strike fear in anyone that he came across, young or old. "You are a fool to think that the Navi will give up their home for you. How confident do you have to be?", ______ clapped back at his supposingly insult.

No one in this world had the capability to wipe a petulant expression from his face. The Colonel's grin fell from his face. His eyes narrowed at the woman before him. "A fool, did you just call me a fool, little girl?", he focused your attention on his last two words. "I'm not your little girl.", _______ uttered. He then had the nerve to turn his back to you showing that your words had no significance to him.

He didn't care. He never did.

The little bastard that would play with her teddy bear has finally grown up. So grown, she had the effrontery and impudence to disrespect him. Quaritch faced you but his face was not of stone, almost as if he was laughing at your remark.

"When your whore of a mother decided to spread her legs in the middle of war, I gave her pity. She was lucky enough to give birth and she was lucky that I had not killed you.", he mouthed. You heard a few giggles from the recombinants in the room." This is the same place where you were raised, where you are fed. This is where you were grown and you will remember who you're talking to, little girl", he finished, emphasizing the last two words once more.

"Colonel or not, you will not dare to insult my mother like that.", _______ retorted. "The dead has no power, she's dead and so is your daddy. What will they do?", Quaritch snickered. The recombinants made comments on how your mother would have attacked him spiritually, earning a chuckle from Quaritch.

"Leave", he stated. The recombinants began to leave, confused by the sudden command. "You, stay", Quaritch demanded. You glared at the disgusting man that stood tall before you. "What do you want?", ______ mumbled. Quaritch grabbed you by your chin. "Do you hate me?", he asked with a smirk. After a moment of silence, your eyes met his. "More than ever", I responded. He scoffed at your remark. It was not what he had expected.

Out of rage and frustration, he pushed you back. Your figure collided with the edge of the meeting table causing immense, nerve-wrecking pain. "What the fuck is wrong with you?", ______ yelled, holding your side. "It's funny.", he deadpanned. "Funny how I wasted my resources on a bitch who claims she hates me.", He said, walking towards you. "Your glares won't kill me.", he added

Quaritch grabbed you by the nape of your neck. You attempted to defend yourself by slapping him across his face. He threw you on the meeting table with ease. Your breath hitched as you felt your back make contact with the stern, glass table. "You will learn that ungratefulness and disobedience come with a price.", he declared. Your glares were vicious until you heard it.

The sound of his belt buckle being undone...

Your heart dropped. "No", _____said, denying his advances. "You're still denying me, little girl", he cringed at your refusal. "You are abusing the authority that you have.", ______ exclaimed in fright. "Scream. Tell them. Tell them how you hate me.", Quaritch snickered. Tears streamed down your face, stopping at you chin. "You and I both know that this room is soundproof. They won't hear you", he whispered the last sentence.

The worst happened. You closed your eyes, praying to God in your head. You hoped you were just dreaming. Unfortunately, you were wide awake, living in a nightmare he had created. He towered over your frozen figure. "You had so much mouth just now.", Quaritch smirked. "Sometimes that nasty ass attitude hides your pretty face", he added. You closed your eyes, refusing to look at his bulging member.

The tip was rubbing against the soaked spot on your panties. Your head was spinning. On the verge to faint, Quaritch began to speak up. "Why are you wet if you hate me?". His forehead was dripping in sweat. His swollen cock was in his fist whilst he teased at the tip, spreading his precum on your underwear. Quaritch thought about you. He thought of how he would shot what makes him feel heavenly. He knew you learned fast and would care for him like he wanted.

"Do you still hate me?", he asked again. His cock twitched as he slid your panties aside revealing a soaked slit. Your eyes fluttered open instantly. He attempted to push him away but he was clearly stronger. The veins on his cock bulged like a beast. It was hungry and ready to strike. "I absolutely despise yo-ahhh", you were met with his cock half way inside yet you felt full.

He groaned. "Fuck. Should've done this earlier.", he muttered under his breath. Your pussy was squeezing him, tight enough to cut off blood flow to his lower body or maybe he was just too big. "Take it out!", you exclaimed throwing punches at his chiseled torso. Your command was a clearly a joke. He trailed his fingers to your clit and places them into your face to show you the truth. Your body wants it. It was obvious.

"Admit it little girl, you always wanted it", he declared. Did you? Did you really want it? "I-", you were caught up in your words and thoughts. You hated him, he was unjust and cruel. So why is your body betraying you at this moment?

“f-fuck—” Quaritch breathed, and his voice lets out a shaky call of your name. “fuck baby,” he says hoarsely, voice cracking ever so slightly as he groaned. Quaritch bit his lip, fighting back a moan as he pushed himself slowly into you even more. Your back arched as you let out a shaky moan.

He grabbed your hips as he thrusted inside you with no mercy. “are you mine?”, Quaritch asks and the rough, deep tone is such a turn on for you. You hated yourself for moaning like a common slut for him, your colonel. The one you hated all your life.

“Don’t cover your mouth. No one can hear you. And even if they could, who do you think would help you, hmm?” Quaritch said. "I-I don't know" ______ whimpered. He quickened his actions further. You could feel your orgasm building deep within your core.

A lustful feeling, taking over every last rational thought your brain had left to offer. "P-please slow down." ______ begged. You whined in response, sparks of pleasure shooting from your dampened core. The unbearable sound of squelching filled the space around you. A small moan escaped from your lips.

You didn’t want this. You didn’t. But as the pleasure became so unbearable you became unsure. You felt yourself clench down on Quaritch's hard, throbbing cock. Your orgasm overtook your shaking body, ripples of pleasure coursed through you. You cried out from the aching pleasure. 

Although he hadn't finished, he pulled out. He stared at the face you had. He fucked you dumb. Now you will know your place. "Do you hate me?", he asked with a smirk. "Never~", you moaned, your pussy still sensitive from his cock.

Good little girl.

#neteyam x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam x na'vi!reader #jake sully x reader #avatar imagine #jake sully #neteyam smut #avatar smut #aonung x reader #quaritch x reader #na'vi quaritch #quaritch smut #miles quaritch #recom quaritch #avatar 2

[ciaoteamo]

Imagines with Quaritch

pairings: quaritch x gn!navi reader

summary: conversations between the two as strangers vs. as lovers

warnings: cursing

(a/n): DAMN LOOK AT THOSE TIDDIES

bold words are na’vi

Strangers:

“..why are you here?” You ask the strangely dressed man.

“tew larn” He answers. You almost couldn’t understand what he said, his Na’Vi was bad.

“to learn? You definitely need to work on your speaking” You scoff.

“well help me out a bit” He moves closer to you.

“i teach no one in that attire” You roll your eyes before leaving him where he stood. And he of course chased after you.

Lovers:

“how is it that after all of this time, you still cannot pronounce please?” You ask him.

“ i’m just not a begging man” He replies.

“starting to wonder if you were ever a smart one” You cross your arms.

“smart enough to be your mate” He gives you a cheeky smile, it almost made you grin.

“unfortunately, idiot” You roll your eyes.

Strangers:

“are these really necessary? feels like these damn things are violatin me” He tugs at his bottoms.

“You should be fine” You sigh.

“how do you walk around in this all day?” He asks.

“the same way you walk around with giant guns, armor, and machines.” You side eye him.

He put his hands up in defense. “not me, but them” He corrects you.

“hm”

Lovers:

“(Y/N), you’re not hearin me. just imagine, the full coverage of my ass, it gets cold at times” He raises his arms and give you a 360. He used some leaves to add onto his bottoms.

“i don’t know. it looks stupid” You lift the leaves and pinch his butt and he jumps, making you laugh.

“tch, you know i have a big package to hide” He smirks.

“only thing big about you is that forehead, idiot”

“…ya know on earth, they call that bullying”

“and here, we call it, the truth”

“and here, we call it the truth.” You shrug.

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[ecriter]

Make the Bond - Pt. 2

Summary:  Unexpectedly, your life is flipped upside down when a waterlogged stranger washes ashore in your village. Hostile, nasty, and unable to speak the language, he makes for a headache of a combo. But something inside tells you not to give up on him, that he's capable of learning and change. But how are you supposed to trust this yellow-eyed stranger when you suspect there's more to him than he's letting on? Not to mention the rumors of a dangerous avatar on the loose....

A/N: ao3 ver.

Part Two of ? Part One Part Three

- Chapter 2 - Like a Baby 

The alien slept through the night. The crowd had dispersed sometime before daybreak, the novelty of a stranger wearing off, and by the time the sun broke across Polythemus, a young warrior had entered the tent to retrieve you. The Tsahik and Olo'eyktan had decided the stranger's fate, the warrior told you, and he would watch the alien while you were gone. One look at the young man and you had a feeling that, should the man wake and wreak havoc, there wasn't much the boy could do to stop him.

You left the Tsahik's tent, a nervous pit in your stomach. Whatever your father decided, you would abide by, but it didn't feel right to cast off the man into the unknown, to leave him in the brutal jungle to fight for himself. He was still so, so weak. That nasty gash on his back, the one that had coated your palms in coppery blood, would have to take several more moons to heal.

At your father's pod, the curtain guarded the entryway for privacy. You could see shadows cast on the walls from the fire, still as stone. You weren't sure if that boded well, but you pushed the flap open and ducked into the tent.

"Mama, Papa." You greeted, waving your hand off your forehead.

No indication that your father recognized your presence, which stung though not particularly underserved. Impassive, he stared hard into the flickering coals your mother must have used to divinate Eywa's will. Between them was an empty gap that served as your seat. It was positioned conveniently so that one parent sat on each side, prepared to swipe at you if you made any move of retreat. Not that you would try. Your mother watched you sit, almost as impassive as your father if not for the twitch of her brow. Of your parents, your father was the more stoic. He could calm the clan with a single wave, and direct his warriors with an incline of his head. His silent power commanded respect and soothed the masses. Now it pushed you further on edge. Why had neither your father nor your mother spoken? It had been hours that they had been talking, tucked away from the rest of the camp. Was this silence part of your punishment? It was better to pass their judgment now than to make you wait, fingers pinching the tops of your thighs to ground your anxious soul back to reality. The air was thick, choking you, stealing your breath from your lungs. The tips of your toes tingled with the reverberations of your heart against your ribcage, dull shocks that made your fingers tremble. Your mother watched your father, your father watching the fire. You looked from one to the other, the swish of your tail growing more insistent. Finally, he looks up. His expression is drawn and tight.

Olo'eyktan exhaled heavily, words of reckoning hovering in the air like a bow drawn taught.

"My daughter. It seems you have caused quite a stir once again."

You smiled weakly at him. "Never on purpose, Papa. I do not wish to bring trouble to the clan. It seems to find me nevertheless."

Your father stifled a huff that you could have mistaken for a laugh, patting your knee. It was an uncommon sign of affection from him, perhaps even an extended olive branch. You were rarely close like this. As Olo'eyktan, your father's duties were to the village first which meant you had to occupy yourself. Many days had passed where you had explored the corals yourself as a young Metkayina warrior while your father tutored the young sons of councilmen and grandchildren of elders. But at this moment, you felt connected, father and daughter rather than Olo'eyktan and clan member. The tension melted from your body.  

"Such troubles make you strong, daughter. And it is this strength that you must rely on in the future. Tsahik and I have spoken." Your father tilted his head to your mother. "Eywa has brought this stranger to us for a reason. Our fates are intertwined and so we will allow him to stay,"

The relief was instantaneous, pulses of waves washing over you. You had not expected this decision. The anger of your mother had been mighty when she stormed from Tsahik's tent. It had crackled and filled the room like lightning, electrifying you and the room. So mighty, in fact, that you would have assumed the stranger's future was exile or death. You knew your father considered the dangers that could come to the village if the man stayed and he had allowed his residence anyway. You wondered what signs Eywa had given your mother to help her see beyond her fury.

"Papa," you said weakly, clasping your hand around his forearm. He held up a hand, stopping you.

"If he is to stay, he must support the village. We will not expend resources on a layabout. You will teach him to hunt, fish, and swim like us. His actions and words will be your own, and you will be held accountable for his transgressions. He does not speak our language. You must teach him this, too."

Some of your excitement flickered. Teaching the avatar from nothing was a monumental task. You weren't sure if the stranger even wanted to learn or if he'd make a break for it once his ailments had healed. But your mother had interpreted a divine message, and it was not your place to deny the will of Eywa, the Tsahik, or Olo'eyktan. With a shaky breath, you accepted the conditions. You could teach the foreigner, show him the beauty and secrets of your home, and hope that he was receptive to it and that he kept his head down and followed your instruction.

Almost as if he could sense your thoughts noise erupted across the pods from the stranger's tent. Caterwauling split the air as bodies rushed past Olo'eyktan's tent. Your father leaped into action immediately, with you close behind. Eywa, you thought. He couldn't make things easy for me, could he?

You crossed the walkways faster than you thought possible, weaving through startled children chattering elders. Figures flashed across the tent wall, darkening as they neared the tent wall and then thump. The figures tumbled into the wall sending surrounding clanfolk off balance as the walkway reverberated. The flap of the tent fluttered and you used the opportunity to duck inside, nearly missing a blow that would have landed square in your shoulder. F

Four Metkayina warriors were trying to wrangle the stranger to the ground, screeching like banshees. Two were posted at each arm, attempting to press his jerking shoulders to the floor, while two more were trying to lash his legs together with a leather tie. The man was hissing - no - snarling. His canines flashed against the light of the hot coals, and his pupils dilated into vicious slits. Beneath taught skin, powerful back muscles rippled. He looked feral, wild, a cornered predator.

"Let him go!" You urged the warriors, pulling hard at one of the warriors. The man barely moved, diving into the fray.  

A shadow fell across the doorway, and five heads turned to look at your father. He didn't say anything, didn't need to say anything, and a flick of his fingers sent the four warriors off the snarling stranger, melting into the shadows in the corner. Your alien immediately crouched into a defensive position once he was released, muscles coiled with lethality. His golden eyes shifted between the warriors in the corner to your father, hesitating on you before going back to the warriors. They were like beacons, changing color in the sunlight that trickled past your father's form.

"Leave us." your father directed.

The four warriors shuffled out of the tent and the man watched them leave like a predator. The tip of his tail ticked, ears inclining towards the edges of the tent, where whispers had erupted at the warriors' departure. Your heart hammered against your ribs, singing from the adrenaline. You pressed a hand to the flat of your stomach to catch your breath. Though the situation was cooling down, you still felt flushed and shaky, your body in the throes of fight or flight. You'd had this man as your ward for less than a minute before chaos had erupted. If he wreaked this much havoc in the minutes he was awake, what would it be like to train him, to teach him?

The flap to the tent fell closed and darkness engulfed the room again as your father crossed the tent's threshold. The only light came from the coals slowly dying in the center of the pod, reflecting off of the stranger. The sweat on his skin gave him an ethereal glow, like an angel of death and fire. He looked even more dangerous now. He had no weapons and had to be hindered by his wounds, but the tension between the three of you was palpable. You knew better than to underestimate him.

"Sit, daughter," Your father commanded, pressing you to the ground with a hand on your shoulder. How he could remain this calm, this controlled, was beyond you. Seasons of being a leader had hardened him, but your father faced a threat he had never encountered before. Did he not feel the same bile of anxiety rising in your throat? Did his folded hands not carry the tremor that yours did?

The stranger was crouching, preparing to strike - no. You took a shaky inhale. No, he was only mirroring you, folding his knees beneath him. Your father's placating manner had eased the tension in the air, and somehow communicated the intention the two of you had in being here. You lifted your eyes from the man's figure to his face, your breath hitching. His eyes were on you, watching you. Your heart throbbed in your chest, an unfamiliar rhythm. Eywa, you couldn't decode the look in his hooded eyes but it felt foreignly delightful all the same, like bloodlust but warmer. It also frightened you, having to channel such passion. It was impossible, you decided, to teach him anything. This man was not built for teaching but for bloodlust, for ripping out his enemy's heart and holding it in his fist.

Your father's voice startled you out of your thoughts and brought you away from the trance of the avatar's eyes.

"If you are to stay here, you cannot cause harm to the village folk. They have opened their hearts and homes to you. You disrespect them."

Those slitted yellow hues turned to Olo'eyktan. His ears flicked, signaling that he had heard, but did not speak.

"You may not understand me now, but in time you will. My daughter will show you our way. We will welcome you here as long as you follow the rules of our clan," Your father smoothed a hand over your hair. "Do not fear, my daughter. He will not harm you. You are beneath Eywa's guidance. Our fates intertwine. I must leave now, or the people will grow restless with questions." Your father slowly rose to his feet, making his way to the tent entrance.

"You are leaving me here? Alone?" You hissed indignantly, a spike of panic shooting through you. "Father, it took four warriors to restrain this man. I could not possibly-"

"He carries no malice in his heart, only fear, as you do. If he had such a desire to kill you, I'm sure he would have done so already." Your father inclined his head, smiling softly at you. "Strong heart, daughter."

He smiled at you last time, eyes turning to the stranger one last time before he rose to his feet, straightened the holster on his thigh, and left. The flap rippled behind him, the last vestige of his presence.

And now you were alone. With someone you were sure was ready to pounce on you. Though the idea couldn't be farther from what you wanted to do, you knew you had to turn and face him, introduce yourself or establish some kind of trust. You tried to steady your racing heart, and fix an expression of pleasantness across your face. You attempted to command the energy of the room as your father had, but it was too impossible, too difficult, and this entire situation was too -

A thump shook the tent, rattling the pots and dried herbs that hung on its walls. Prepared to fight off an assailant, you whipped around and found the stranger spread across the floor, one elbow bracing him. His fingers grappled with the smooth surface of the tent floor, clutching at the stretched skin in agony. He was flushed and glistening with sweat, markedly paler than he had been just minutes earlier, his breath rushing from his mouth in hot pants. At first, you weren't sure what was wrong. He'd been fine moments ago, ready to burn the village under his wrath. Now he was sickly, just as frail as when you had pulled him from the ocean waters. You rushed to the man's side, pressing cool fingers to his brow that had become flushed and blisteringly hot with fever. A groan erupted from low in his throat, ears pressing flat against his skull. Then you noticed the blood seeping through the coral weed your mother had applied to the wounds on his back, which meant the salt flower, which should have crystalized the slash and prevented infection and further bleeding, had ripped open in the struggle with the warriors. Smears of blood were on the floor where the man had wrestled back.

You tried to calm yourself, and focus on what you could do to fix this situation as best you could. You weren't good with injuries at the best of times, preferring your time out in the water exploring the plants and animals that were still alive. First, replace the bandaging and crystalize the wound. There was still salt flower and coral weed left over from the previous night, tucked neatly into the corner beside the used bowl of paya juice and you grabbed as much of it as possible, snatching the pail of fresh water that your mother had used to wash away the blood before, too. Slowly peeling away the wrappings on his back, the sight of the wound made your stomach roll. Your clan didn't see battle wounds often. The extent of the Tsahik's patients were children that had caught a cold and needed verbal root for their cough, fishermen that had knicked themselves with their hooks, or older children who had wrestled without knowing their own strength. The wound, you thought, was completely out of your skill set. It was bruised purple around the seams, dark with wet blood.

The man spat and hissed as you poured cold water across his back, cursing, you assumed, in his native language. You tried to brace him for when you applied the salt flower, smoothing your fingers over his shaking shoulders and whispering soothing words. You wondered if he would need thread through the gore, which neither you nor your mother had done before. Na'vi healed quickly, with a naturally strong immune system from the fats and vitamins in the sea life and fruit consumed. Even still...

"I need to treat it. It will only be a moment of pain," You stuttered, trying your best to soothe him when you could hardly help yourself.

The man said something you couldn't understand, curling his hands into fists. Something twitched against the corner of your ankle and you looked down between your legs. A dark blue tail brushed your foot, slowly curling around your ankle. You didn't know if the alien knew his body was betraying him like this, seeking subconscious comfort, but you turned back to your work anyway.

You tried to apply the flower gently, but there was no way to minimize the pain of an antiseptic. The man cried out, shuttered, struggled, but he was still weak and his strength was divided. Minutes slid by painfully, the petals tossed to the side in favor of the coral weed bandage. Eventually, the man fell into unconsciousness. Treating his lacerations became much easier after that and you fell into a rhythm as you applied the salt, lathering the thick white paste along the diagonal gashes. Your touch was gentle as you wrapped the wound in clean coral weed, stashing the dirty bundle away to be washed and treated later.

You tended to him then for the next few hours, swiping a cold cloth across his forehead to cool his fever, and dripping pulp into his mouth to keep his energy. He was still as he slept, almost unnaturally so like he had been trained to take up as little space and make as little noise as possible.

You couldn't help but admire him as he lay there. Though the stranger was alien, he was still handsome in a way you were not used to. His face was the most relaxed it had been since he had first washed up in the sand, strong jaw and hollowed cheeks, lips that parted with warm breath. Broad shoulders led to a tapered waist hidden behind odd, rough bottoms and a rope that didn't look quite like leather tied around his hips. He was strong, muscle built with intention rather than a product of his work. Long fingers tapered into thick knuckles, bruised from slamming into the Metkayina warriors' mouths. He was starkly different from the boys you were raised with, built and trained, you assumed, to be lethal, a killer. Now he looked like a sleeping child, an air of innocence behind his lax expression. You brushed your fingers just in front of his mouth, feeling the puffs of air. He was cozy against the floor, sleeping soundly from his exhaustion.

Your eyes began to droop and you abruptly snapped them open. It had been almost 24 hours since you'd last slept, not to mention the crest and fall of your adrenaline and the fishing you'd done all day prior. Sleep sounded good, pleasant, but you couldn't sleep because you had to watch him, was assigned to do so...

You sat up quickly. The tent was black, the coals of the fire long dead, and the only light you had to go by was the bioluminescent plant light that seeped beneath the tent flap. Rubbing your eyes, you pushed yourself onto your elbows and waited for your vision to adjust to the lack of light. What time was it? Had you fallen asleep? Your head felt thick, thoughts coming too slowly to your brain. Something felt off about the darkness in the tent, but you couldn't place what it was. You didn't often sleep in the Tsahik's tent. That wasn't the issue, though. What was it?

Something brushed against your leg, whisper soft, from your right. It curled around your calf, tickling the heel of your foot. Your head turned, searching the pools of shadow until -

A pair of glowing eyes stared at you from the black. Yellow eyes.

"O-oh," You squeaked, coiling in on yourself. "Y-you're awake."

The eyes blinked at you, a constellation of glowing blue stars trailing between them, down a broad neck, shoulders, and chest.

"Are you...hungry? Thirsty? How do you feel?"

Silence. Ugh. How were you supposed to communicate with this guy if he didn't speak a lick of -

"Food."

Your ears pricked up.

"Food?"

"Food."

So he spoke some Na'vi.

You searched blindly through the dark for fruits that were left earlier that day. You sliced them open, chopping them into bits and serving them to him in the same wooden bowl you'd fed him the pulp while he lay unconscious. He took it, devouring the meat of it within seconds like a ravenous animal. Okay then. You went on like this for a bit, chopping fruits, serving them to him, and eventually passing the entire fruit, which easily split open in his hands.

You watched him eat, curiosity building. He didn't seem so threatening in the dark now, with lidden eyes and juices dripping from his chin. He ate so intently, filling his belly. He smelled sweet, like the fruit, but the sterile clinical smell that had you wrinkling your nose when you'd first met him had faded, too. He smelled of the earth now, salty and windblown, with a tang of iron.  

"What's your name?" You asked abruptly, feeling a bit bashful when those eyes turned onto you. You hoped he understood. If you couldn't even get a name from him, you weren't sure how you could communicate.

"Name?" You asked again, pointing to yourself and telling him yours.

He stared at you, eyes following your lips as they usually did when he tried to understand what you were saying. His own mouth moved as he repeated your question, sounding out the curves and ridges of the words. Then he straightened, clearing his rough through.

"Quaritch."

"Cor...ish..."

"Quaritch." He growled.

"Ah, sorry! Quaritch."

You smiled at him. "I like it. Quaritch. Nice to meet you."

For the first time, he smiled.

-

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[angelltheninth]

The one bed trope with Avatar men? They're big and cuddly and cute and hot so I have to get your take on this. I love how you write them.

Thank you Anon, I really enjoy writing them.

Pairing: Jake Sully, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Tsu'tey, Miles Quaritch, Aonung, Tonowari x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, cuddles, one bed trope, purring, kissing, height difference, tail shenanigans, cuteness overload, literal sleeping together

A/N: Working on more Avatar content currently. I have a Tonowari smut fic and a Aonung fluff fic in my WIPs so hopefully I can get those out to you soon. Reblog, comment and tell me what you think.

JAKE SULLY

Jake doesn't mind at all, he loves sharing with you. When you curl up against his chest, almost like a cat, and let him rest his chin on the top of your head you'll often fall asleep with the sound of his chest rumbling. He doesn't care if the bed is a little cramped either, just gives him more of a reason to be closer to you.

NETEYAM

Neteyam tried to act like it was no big deal but damn how can you expect him not to be happy about this unexpected development? He's been wanting to hold you like this since your first kiss, and now he finally gets to fall asleep and wake up next to the person he loves so much. You bet he's happy and will show it by kissing you until you laugh from the cuteness of it all.

LO'AK

Lo'ak was the one who originally suggested it because he didn't want either of you to be sleeping on the floor, you'll need your rest for the outing tomorrow. But bless his heart he was so shy when it was time to actually go to sleep. He kept turning around and couldn't get comfortable until you pushed him down and let him rest his head on your stomach, with his arms going to your sides and your back.

TSU'TEY

Tsu'tey pretends like he doesn't really care, how it's only practical for your safety and protection. He is protective that's for sure, yet he really has to hold back from his tail happily swishing when you wrap your arms around his body and pull yourself flush against him, whispering against his chest as you pamper his muscles with kisses for goodnight.

MILES QUARITCH

Quaritch is the one who picks you up and carries you to the bed, making jokes the entire way about how you could have just said you wanted to sleep with him. Of course he's good with just kisses and cuddles for now, there will be time for other things once you get the mission over with. Doesn't mean he won't still have a little bit of fun with you, it's too much fun to tease you.

AONUNG

Aonung was cocky and teasing you at first, and just a little shy when he actually felt your body on top of his. Still since he can't exactly back out now he wraps his arms around you and lets the subtle weight of his tail wrap around your ankle, the very end rhythmically tapping until he falls asleep with a big smile on his face.

TONOWARI

Tonowari could have just asked for a second bed but call him selfish, he didn't want to. He wanted to share his bed with you. He has one hand constantly on your thigh as you get comfortable against him, his other hand folded under the pillow so you can get as close as you'd like. Doesn't, or really can't go to sleep without kissing you first and wishing you pleasant dreams.

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[foxigemini]

Miles Quaritch x Reader, Miles accidentally finds an aphrodisiac plant and after a little bit of walking, meets up with fellow recom!reader and then smut?

Ooohhh yes! Thanks for the request! My first time writing something with sex pollen, so I hope I didn't screw up 🙃

Feral - Recom!Miles Quaritch x Recom!Female Reader

Warnings: Nsfw, Smut, Sex Pollen, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex.

It was just another recon in the Pandora forest. Or so Quaritch thought. He had divided the team into two and two to cover more ground. He was watching your backside in front of him, his eyes glued to your ass fitted into those tight cargo pants of yours. Damn, he wouldn't mind hitting that. But he knew relationships with teammates always complicated things. Spider was enough evidence of that.

You could feel Colonel Quaritch's eyes on you, which always made you uncomfortable and turned on at the same time. There was no denying the guy was hot, but the smug bastard knew all too well the effect he had on women. And you hated nothing more than self-satisfied men who thought they were above everyone else. And yet, you couldn't stop fantasizing about him taking you however he wanted, fucking you like you were nothing but a little sex doll while mocking you, and you hated yourself for it.

Something in the corner of Quaritch's eye caught his attention. He came to a halt, inspecting the alien flower with curiosity. A simple flower wouldn't usually pique his interest, but there was something about this one that made him take a closer look. It resembled the orchids back on earth, only much taller and bigger, its blood-red color standing out amongst all the green. Quaritch bent down, only to be sprayed with a mist of red pollen hitting his face. What the hell? Quaritch jolted back and coughed as the mist went into his mouth and nose, and he blinked to try and get rid of the stuff in his eyes. Quaritch stumbled backward and bumped into you. He turned around and squinted, trying to focus his gaze, but you were nothing but a blur in front of him.

"Are you okay?" you asked and eyed him with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Quaritch coughed again and rubbed his eyes. "Just this fuckin' flower spraying me with something."

You looked down at the flower and took a step back. You sure as hell wouldn't want to be infected with some alien shit.

"We should head back to base. That thing might be poisonous.

"Yeah," Quaritch nodded and blinked as his vision cleared. It was better to be safe than sorry. "I guess you're right."

You nodded back and turned around to head back to the group's rendezvous point.

Quaritch had a hard time focusing with your fine ass in front of him. He kept staring at it, swaying side to side as you walked. Fuck, why did you have to be so damn enticing? He started to feel hotter, his breathing heavy and labored as he could feel his dick hardening and throbbing inside the confinement of his cargo pants. What the hell was wrong with him? Sure, he'd been hard and aroused around you before, but never like this. Never this intense and hot and sweaty...

You were following the path back to the rendezvous point when you were suddenly pushed against the nearest tree. You huffed in surprise and from the impact, frowned when you felt Quaritch's hot breath against your ear and his muscular body pressed against you.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" you barked and hissed at him.

"Need. To fuck," Quaritch muttered out of breath, and your eyes widened at his words, but more so when he shifted his body, and you felt a hard bulge press against the cleft of your ass.

"Q-Quaritch?" you stuttered and felt your cheeks get hot when you heard him open his pants. You knew this was wrong, but this was exactly like one of your fantasies. Him taking what he wanted for his own pleasure.

"Take these damn pants off," he growled with a strained voice and started tugging on the buttons of your pants. A rush of arousal surged through your body, but you still managed to get enough control to turn around and push him away from you, making him stumble backward.

"What the fuck, Quaritch!" you snarled but quickly grew quiet when your gaze landed on his very hard cock. It was poking out of the opening of his pants, standing up against his stomach. The head was aggressively purple, and blue throbbing veins were bulging across the sides of his dick. Fuck, you'd never seen a cock this hard before, like it was ready to explode.

Quaritch made a noise that sounded full of agony and pain. Looking up at his face, you could see the sweat trickling down his forehead. His eyes flickered back and forth in panic, and his chest was heaving rapidly along with his desperate breaths.

"P-Please...," Quaritch pleaded desperately. "It feels like I'm burning up from the inside. I just need to.. I need to fuck. Please..."

You stared at Quaritch as you recalled something you read before coming to Pandora. A myth about an aphrodisiac flower supposedly growing here, a flower that the only cure for was having sex, or you would die. What if it wasn't a myth? What if it was all true? Could you really take the risk of ignoring this? If you did, and it was true, Quaritch would be dead soon.

Before you knew it, you were quickly unbuttoning your pants and stepping out of them along with your underwear and boots. Next, you removed the clothes on your upper body and dropped them on the ground.

"Then, fuck me Quaritch," you heard the words coming from your mouth without even registering that you were uttering them. Your breath caught in your throat when Quaritch lifted his head, and you saw the feral look in his eyes as his gaze traveled down your body. A surge of arousal spiked through your core at the look he gave you, like a lion about to devour his prey. And at that moment, that was all you wanted him to do.

Quaritch's thoughts were overpowered by the primal desire pumping through his veins when you stood there in front of him like a tempting goddess.

He charged forward like a growling tiger in heat, pushing you down on the ground beneath him.

You lost your breath for a moment at the impact, your widening eyes staring up at him as he grabbed your wrist and locked your arms above your head while slamming inside you in one, swift movement.

You cried out as Quaritch's cock plunged into you without mercy, hitting the tip of your cervix as he buried himself balls deep in your cunt. Quaritch growled at the sensation of your soft, squishy walls gripping his cock so tightly.

Shit, you were so fucking wet for him. If he were in his normal state, he would tease you about it. But all he cared about now was the sweet relief of emptying his seed in your womb. He started thrusting like a savage, grunting with each buck of his hips as he rammed his cock harder and deeper inside you.

The initial pain you felt was swiftly replaced, every plunge of Quaritch's cock inside you sending a jolt of pleasure through your belly. Quaritch let go of your wrists and grabbed your hips instead, holding you firmly as he crashed his pelvis against your inner thighs. You looked up into Quaritch's eyes, but it was like he wasn't there anymore. Only an animal taking care of its primal needs. Faster and faster, he went, fucking you into the ground, sure to leave bruises for days. Soon, you felt the familiar pleasure build up in your core, and at a certain deep thrust, Quaritch sent you over the edge. You arched your back and tightened your pussy around his cock as your orgasm rippled through your body.

A wave of pleasure rushed through Quaritch's core when your tight tunnel clenched around him. It was all it took for him to come, his hips pumping through his climax as he filled your pussy with his semen. A sigh of relief left his lungs as he slumped his heavy body down on the ground next to you.

"Are you okay?" you asked out of breath, your chest heaving rapidly as you looked at him.

Quaritch nodded and looked back at you, his chest heaving in pace with yours. A sudden realization of what he had done came over him, and his eyes widened in guilt-ridden shame.

"Shit! I'm sorry, y/n. I don’t know what the fuck happened to me. I couldn't control myself anymore."

You smiled. "It's alright, Quaritch. It wasn't your fault. It was that flower."

Quaritch frowned. "The flower?"

"Yeah." You sat up, suddenly aware of how naked you were. Quickly, you picked up your tank top and pulled it down over your head before reaching for your underwear. You continued speaking as you put on the rest of your clothes, trying to ignore the gush of semen pouring out of you and wettening your panties. "I read something about it before I came here. Something about an aphrodisiac flower with some weird sex pollen. It was supposed to be a myth. Guess we can confirm it was not," you said and chuckled as you stood up.

"Yeah, I guess so," Quaritch chuckled back as he stood up along with you, cautiously eyeing your face. "Are you alright, though?"

"Yes, I'm fine. It's not like I haven't thought about doing this with you," you said and blushed the second you realized what you'd said.

Fuck.

"Is that so?" Quaritch raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Well, just say the word, and I'm all yours, sugar."

You rolled your eyes and sighed. You would never hear the end of this. "Just come on. The others are probably waiting for us," you muttered and walked off ahead of him.

Quaritch chuckled and followed in your path, his eyes never leaving the round curves of your ass and your tail swaying side to side. Yup, hooking up with teammates was never a good idea, but it sure was fun.

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[blue-sadie]

Unplanned

Imagine:

Being spiders mom and one of the ones he calls traitor but when he sees you again he remembers all the things he love about you and to his surprise he falls in love with you all over again.

"Come with me, we can be a family again the three of us dam it we can even have another just join me"

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[pandorafairy]

Secret Cove (Part 5)

Neteyam x Metkayina (oldest daughter of Tonowari, the chief)

Neteyam is 18

Contains: intense scenes, battle, and some Neteyam fluff (ish?)

WARNINGS: Battle with blood, fighting, killing. This is not a light-hearted or easy read. It is emotional so please be aware of that before reading <3

My throat tightens as my feet carry me toward Neteyam. Don’t think about it, I tell myself. Just think about what’s right in front of you. I refuse to cry, not when the whole clan is gathering, readying to fight. 

Voices float out of Sully's pod. I don’t bother to stop and listen, I run right inside. Lo’ak looks up in shock. Neteyam is helping Tuk, his back turned towards me. 

“Neteyam,” I breathe out, all the emotion I’ve kept bundled up, spills out through my voice. His face whips around and his eyes widen at the sight of me. I don’t react or say hello, I just throw my arms around his neck and pull him into me. His arms circle around me, grasping me in a tight embrace. 

He pulls back and places his hands on both sides of my face. His worried eyes peer into mine as he rubs soothing circles on my face. “What’s wrong?”

I take a deep breath. It’s easier to breathe now that I’m with Neteyam. His calming presence gives me the strength to face all the Sully kids. They look at me in alarm. “My mother’s spirit sister, Roa, she’s been murdered. Her and her calf.” 

Kiri gasps and places her hand over her mouth as Lo’ak’s mouth falls open. Tuk grips Kiri’s hand. Neteyam places his hand on my shoulder comfortingly, his hand tightening on my skin. He knows what the murder of Tulkun means to me. And for it to be my mother’s… “I’m so-”

“There’s more,” I interrupt. “The whole clan wants to go to battle. Jake is out there trying to stop them. We must hurry.” 

Neteyam nods, immediately switching into fight mode. Lo’ak tenses up beside him. “What about Tsireya?” 

“She’s okay. Now, come on,” I reply and grab Neteyam’s hand. His fingers instantly intertwine with mine. We sprint out of the pod. Shouts and hollers crack through the air as we race towards the commotion. All the Sully kids follow behind me, none of them saying anything.

Nerves bubble up in my stomach as the clan comes into view. Neteyam’s hand stays proudly in mine, neither of us caring if the whole clan knows. I look at him, my nervousness and guilt clear on my face. He squeezes my hand and nods slightly as if to say, we’re in it together. My heart swells for a moment, thankful that he is here. 

The moment is quickly gone though. The entire clan is gathered and all of them are screaming battle cries. The tops of my parent’s and Jake’s heads are visible over the crowd. We need to get closer. As if reading my mind, Neteyam turns to his siblings. “Stay here.” 

Jake’s voice carries over the crowd. “The sky people will take everything you love!”

Oh, no. Neteyam and I push into the crowd as they begin to yell angrily at Jake. Neteyam’s shoulders tense up but we keep pushing through the crowd, keeping our hands tightly locked together. 

Someone puts their webbed hand out to stop us from moving forward. Neteyam lets out a low, guttural growl. The person’s eyes widen in alarm before recognizing Neteyam and me. The son of Toruk Makto and the daughter of the Olo’eyktan. They move their arm back instantly and we continue on. 

“You need to tell the Tulkun to leave!” Jake cries as Neteyam and I finally reach the center of the circle. Jake is holding a strange red object that looks like a large pin. My parents stand in the center, my father observes the clan thoughtfully and my mom looks angry. 

She turns to Jake. “They are our brothers and sisters! We will not tell them to leave!”

We move closer to where Jake is standing. Neteyam’s focus is now completely absorbed on the problem in front of him. A few eyes from the clan follow us curiously, noting our conjoined hands. 

“If they stay here, they will die.” Jake yells, desperation curling at the sides of his voice. His fingers are wrapped tightly around the strange red object. 

The clan erupts into battle cries. Aonung and others stick their tongues out, our traditional call to battle. The hairs on my arms stick up. My clan has battle gear on; they are preparing to fight. The crowd continues to yell at Jake as he steps back and stares pleading at my dad. My dad is contemplating what to do, I can tell by the way he rolls his shoulders. 

“Listen to him!” Neteyam yells. The crowd continues to holler, ignoring Neteyam’s request. 

“LISTEN!” I scream with a sharp voice. My father turns to me in surprise before lifting his arms to silence the clan. Everyone stops cheering immediately. I look at Neteyam, his face full of determination, and squeeze his hand. 

A thankful look quickly passes over his face before he continues. “My father knows the sky people. Listen to him! He knows how they are.” 

My father crosses his arms, his eyes catching on our interlocked hands. He stares at Neteyam before looking at Jake. Neytiri twitches from behind Jake as she observes the scene. 

“Look,” Jake begins. He turns so he can face the whole clan. “This is about saving their lives. Isn’t that the most important thing? Saving lives?”

This time the clan is silent. No one hoots or hollers, they all look to my father, waiting for him to speak. My heart pounds in my chest as I pray he will listen to reason. Neteyam watches Jake nervously. I rub my fingers along the back of his hand, letting him know that I am proud of him. 

“Tell the Tulkun,” my dad says. He takes the red object from Jake and lifts it above his head. “Tell them that if they are struck with one of these, that they are marked for death.” 

The clan bursts into activity, people dive into the water while others grab ilus. Relief floods through me and then Joala comes to mind. My spirit sister. I have to warn her. Neteyam’s eyes search through the flurry of people. 

“Nete,” I say. “I have to warn Joala.” 

“I have to find Lo’ak. That skxawng is going to try and tell the outcast.” 

I hate having to say it but I do anyway. “Okay, so we can meet back here after.” 

“Yes.” He nods slowly, clearly not liking the idea either. “We’ll meet back here.”

We separate hands. Mine feels suddenly cold without his holding it. He places his fingers against my cheek and quickly leans in, placing a soft kiss against my lips. My stomach flutters slightly and all the commotion fades away, like it’s just us. We pull back after just a moment, both of us knowing we have things to do. He caresses my cheek once more before taking off and disappearing into the crowd.

I turn, my lips tingling, and dive into the water. My people swim all around me, even small children are in the water, nervously watching their parents swim towards the Tulkun. I catch the eye of one of the kids and sign to them. ‘It will be okay.’

They nod at me and seem to relax. I think once more of Neteyam as I swim off. I hope he finds Lo’ak and all goes smoothly. I’ll see him and his beautiful golden eyes soon. Now, I push all those thoughts out of my mind and call for Joala. 

~~~

Finding Joala was more difficult than I thought it would be but I finally found her. She was anxious in the midst of all the chaos and it took some convincing to calm her down and tell her to leave. After a hug and some tears, she finally did. I’d rushed back to the village, searching frantically for Neteyam, my siblings or any of the Sully kids, but they were all gone.

I didn’t start panicking until now. I’m standing in the doorway of my family's pod, my parents staring at me with confused looks. 

“What’s wrong?” My dad asks. 

“I can’t find them,” my voice shakes. A million thoughts race through my mind. Neteyam and my siblings. Where are they? My dad stands up, worrying lines creasing his forehead. My mother opens her mouth to speak when Jake rushes in the doorway, followed by Neytiri. 

“Our kids are under attack. They’re helping a Tulkun.” Jake says quickly, clearly stressed.  Neytiri grips her bow. My mom hisses and grabs her spear. My dad pauses, studying the seriousness of Jake’s face, before calling out to the village. 

“I need a battle group ready. The sky people have come.” 

The village once again bursts into activity. Adults grab their battle weapons and dive into the water. Jake and Neytiri run out of the tent followed by my mom. I grab my knives and spear from next to my cot.

“I don’t think you should come,” my dad says flatly as he picks up his own weapons. 

I stare at him, conveying all of my emotions through my eyes. “It’s Tsireya and Aonung,” I say. “And Neteyam.” My dad tilts his head to the side as I narrow my eyes at him. “I’m going and you cannot stop me.”

He slings his weapons over his shoulder and rushes out of the pod. “Then you better hurry.” 

~~~

Payakan is destroying the ship. He’s rolling around, wrecking havoc and giving just enough time for my people to engage. My father gives a battle cry and the entire clan surges forward. I grip my ilu, searching the water’s for Neteyam’s braids. I shove out all my nerves and fear, letting the icy calmness of battle settle into my veins. 

I swim on the outside of the group, watching as my clan begins to engage with the sky people. Where could Neteyam be? I know my sister is onboard but I can’t save her alone. Or could I? The watership is large, at least twenty armed men stand around my sister and the Sully’s. 

Gun shots, cries, and yells fill the air. The battle is really beginning. My people shove their spears into the enemies as they shoot back. I guess I’ll have to try and save Tsireya myself. I take a deep breath and go underwater. 

I swim beneath the waves, far below the commotion. White waves scatter on the surface as people and bullets fly through the water. I focus on keeping my heart rate slow. I’m about fifteen feet from the ship when a hand grips my arm.

I whip around, tightening my grip on my spear to find Neteyam floating beside me on an ilu. My entire body relaxes. He’s safe. My Neteyam is safe. He has a small cut on his arm but other than that he seems fine. He smiles softly at me, letting me know he’s happy to see me too. 

‘Are you ok?’ Neteyam signs. 

I nod and point to the ship above. We both need to get up there and save our siblings. He understands me immediately and motions for me to follow him. We work our way easily through the commotion under the water. I seem to know his every move before he does it like we’re connected and working from the same mind. Even in the midst of battle, I feel so much safer when I’m next to him. 

We reach the edge of the ship where a piece of metal hangs down. We break the surface, I survey the water making sure no attackers are coming as he pulls the metal rail down. Our ilu’s swim off and Neteyam faces me, his eyes intensely focused. 

“You first,” he says as he slips his hands under my arms and hauls me up. I grip the metal railing and begin to climb. “Wait for me at the top,” Neteyam calls over the commotion of battle. “I’ll go over first in case anyone is there.” 

Once I reach the top, I immediately climb over, ignoring his plea to go first. I don’t want to risk him being hurt just for my safety. 

“Don’t!” He yells forcefully as he realizes what I’m doing. 

My feet hit the deck softly, I check both ways. “All clear!” 

Neteyam pulls himself over the ledge and glares at me. “You were supposed to wait.” 

I wink at him, causing him to roll his eyes playfully. He grabs my arm, his hand hot against my skin, and we run down the edge of the ship. Tsireya, Tuk, and Lo’ak are all tied to the outer railing. Neteyam and I begin to sprint the second we see the outlines of their bodies. 

Tsireya sees me and her face breaks into a wide grin. We finally reach them, both of us panting. Neteyam pulls out a knife and cuts Tsireya free. She breaks out of her bonds and instantly throws her arms around me. I pull her tightly against me, feeling the familiar curl of her soft hair. “Sister,” I say. “I’m so glad you’re alright.” 

She pulls back from me, a tear running down her face. “I knew you’d come.” 

“Need some help, mighty warrior?” Neteyam’s voice floats over to us. I fight the urge to scoff at him. Even at times like this, he is teasing his brother. Lo’ak mumbles something back to Neteyam before rolling his eyes. Tuk stands nervously beside us and rubs her sore wrists. Tsireya reaches out to hold her hand. Once Lo’ak is cut free I turn to leave, the girls following behind me. 

“Wait,” Lo’ak’ says. “They’ve got Spider.” 

Neteyam freezes. My heart drops. He looks at me and the girls, an unreadable expression on his face. “We have to leave this ship.” 

“No. We have to go back for him,” Lo’ak pleads.

Neteyam curses under his breath before looking at Lo’ak and nodding. Lo’ak bends down and picks up a gun. Neteyam turns back to us. He rushes up to me and grabs my hands. I begin shaking my head, unsure of what’s happening but knowing it isn’t good. 

“Neteyam, don’t leave.” 

“I’ll see you right after this.” 

“No. Come with us.”

“I can’t.” Neteyam looks back at Lo’ak who’s waving at him to hurry. “I have to do this.” He squeezes my hands once more before looking at Tuk and Tsireya. “Take care of our sisters, ocean girl.” He turns and follows Lo’ak.

“Nete!” I call after him. The wall of calmness I’d felt earlier is cracking. Now that he is gone, I can feel the panic sinking in. 

“Sister?” Tsireya asks cautiously. Tuk looks up at me with big, scared eyes. Their expressions snap me back to reality. 

“Come on.” I say, grabbing both their shoulders and pushing them forward, “We have to get off this ship.” 

~~~

Take care of our sisters, ocean girl. 

I wasn’t able to do it. Tuk turned back for Kiri, I tried to stop her. I sent Tsireya away and followed Tuk onto the ship but it was no use. They threw me off and kept her. I panicked, knowing I couldn’t save her alone. I dove back into the water and swam off for help. 

Now, I’m treading water searching for anyone. I don’t see Jake or Neytiri, they must be engaged in their own fight. My heart pounds against my chest and I chew on my lip. This is turning into a disaster. Someone waves at me from a large rock a little ways away. It’s Tsireya. A sigh of relief escapes my lips as I swim to her. 

“My sister,” Tsireya exclaims as I climb onto the slick rock. I almost slip on the wetness of the rock but she quickly steadies me with her hand. “Where’s Tuk?”

I shake my head, guilt and shame wrapping around my brain. All I was supposed to do was protect her. And I couldn’t do it. “They took her. Kiri and her are on the ship,” my voice comes out strained, barely more than a whisper. 

Tsireya gasps softly before reaching out and tucking a piece of fallen hair behind my ear. “We’ll go back for them once the boys arrive. It’ll be alright” 

I nod at her, wanting to believe her hopeful words. She is right, I will go back for those girls. I will not fail Neteyam. I repeat these words to myself, trying to calm my nerves. Tsireya watches me worriedly.

“Help!” Lo’ak’s voice cuts through the air. I freeze. All my thoughts vanish from my mind. Lo’ak and Aonung are holding onto an ilu, swimming quickly towards us. The sides of my vision begin to darken as I notice a figure lying across Lo’ak’s lap. Who is that? The boys reach the rock. Tsireya and I bend down to help them up. The figure’s head lolls back. Blood is spread across their chest. Their breathing is coming out in ragged spurts. His golden eyes look into mine. I inhale sharply, feeling the world tilt right before me. It’s Neteyam. 

My hands immediately wrap around his body as I help heave him onto the rocks. I can’t think. There’s no way. Neteyam is too good. Too pure. He lays on the rocks, coughing with each breath. I grab his hand and squeeze. His eyes bore into mine, full of pain and fear. 

“Nete,” I whisper. “You’re going to be fine.” 

He doesn’t respond. His hand is limp in mine as he continues to watch me. He coughs again, splaying blood across the rocks. Lo’ak kneels beside me. 

“What’s going on?” Jake asks. Neytiri is right there, her bow in hand and her face in shock. Jake runs up the rock and sits next to Neteyam. He lifts Neteyam off the rock like a doll, and he looks at his back. A bullet has gone through his body, right through his chest. 

A strangled gasp comes out of me. My hands begin to shake violently. Nete. His gaze becomes lazier like it’s harder for him to focus. 

“Put some pressure on him!” Jake says to Lo’ak as Neytiri sinks down to her knees beside her oldest son. 

Lo’ak places his hands on Neteyam’s wound. His eyes swimming with tears and his mouth pressed into a shaking frown. My ears begin to ring. I can’t hear anything other than a high pitched ring. The only thing I can see is Neteyam’s face, caked with dirt and blood. 

He inhales sharply and smiles at me before grunting like the action took a lot of effort and was painful. I start to shake my head. I know exactly why he gave me that smile. He’s telling me it’s okay. He’s trying to comfort me during this time. I squeeze his hand harder but he turns away and faces his parents. I can’t breathe, it’s like all the air in the world is being sucked right out. “Nete, no,” I beg so lightly that no one hears me. 

“I want to go home,” Neteyam says to Jake before coughing. Jake places his hands on Neteyam with a tortured look on his face. 

“We’re going home,” Jake replies. “You’re going home, buddy.” 

Neteyam opens his mouth to say more when a terrible sound escapes his lips. It’s a quiet sound, him breathing out, but the edges of his breath are rough, like it came from the depths of his lungs and is the last breath he has. Then, silence. It’s completely quiet. Neteyam isn’t moving. And he isn’t breathing. 

This isn’t happening. My whole body shakes. Jake closes his eyes. Neytiri stares in disbelief. She crawls forward and takes Neteyam’s bleeding body into her arms. I let go of his hand, feeling the softness of his fingers, the familiar curve of his hand, slip right out of my grasp. Neytiri bends over his face, touching him, trying to find his soul. She leans her head back and lets out a gut-wrenching, grief-stricken moan, one that came from deep within her. A moan only a mourning mother could produce. 

He’s really gone. My body begins to shake violently. My whole head is throbbing, my hands can’t stay still. And I can’t think or hear. I vaguely feel someone place their hands on me. Tsireya. I push her away, unable to understand or process anything. The high pitched thrill fills my senses. I’m going to pass out. Then wake up and this will all be a terrible, terrible dream. 

But I look over and see Neytiri, tears flooding down her face, her mouth open in another tortured scream, and Jake beside her, trying to talk to her. My throat tightens up, so tight I can’t breathe. Lo’ak sits back on his heels, staring down at his bloody hands. Neteyam’s blood. It isn’t a dream. This is real. 

I want to scream but my throat is too tight. Neteyam: so full of life and adventure, always joking, always taking care of his family, never afraid of a new challenge. My first love. My love. I’m choking, choking on grief and terror. I’m drowning in my own thoughts when Jake’s voice infiltrates my brain. 

“Strong heart.” He says to Neytiri.

I pause. The high pitched ringing slowly falls quiet. She said you have a strong heart. 

My heart clenches at the memory. Neytiri stands up with lethal calm and flies off towards the ship. Jake dives into the water, following her. 

My vision becomes more focused as I stare at the ship. I can hear again. Tsireya is trying to talk to Lo’ak and me. My pain turns to rage. Not rage in the yelling and screaming sense, but a rage that makes me calm. A kind of calmness I’ve never felt before. 

I think of Neteyam’s eyes; his intense gaze, his playful one, his loving one. We are good, she makes me happy

I stand up slowly and grab my spear. Tsireya watches me with wide eyes, instantly understanding what I intend to do. 

“I’m leaving. Stay here.” I don’t recognize the sound of my own voice. Flat and unattached. 

Tsireya shakes her head quickly. She jumps to her feet and rushes towards. “Oh, sister, please. Please, don’t.” 

Her pleads tug at my heart. But it isn’t enough. Kiri and Tuk are on that ship. I will not fail Neteyam. Not now. “I will be back.” 

Tsireya keeps shaking her head but doesn’t try to stop me again. I dive off the rock and call for an ilu. 

I’m not scared or nervous. I know what I want to do. And I will do it. I refuse to think of Neteyam’s body and the blood. I will remember him as he was to me. Smirking at me when he teased me. Laughing with his brother. Helping his sister. 

I reach the ship. The night sky looms above me. I wonder where his ikran is. All those nights we spent up there… His voice floats through my mind. Are you scared, ocean girl? 

The ship is creaking. Water is rushing up on all sides. It’s going to sink soon, I don’t have long. Fire spreads along the outer ring of the ship, heating my skin. Jake must have set off an explosion.

I press myself against the metal wall and go closer to the fire. Neytiri’s battle scream pierces the air, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up straight. I start to run, heading towards the sounds of battle.

I reach the clearing and peer over. Neytiri is surrounded by sky people, all of them with guns but she isn’t losing. She’s tearing each person apart bit by bit. Fighting with such lethal grace that I’m awestruck by the terror and beauty of her. 

I close my eyes and breathe in. 

I see Neteyam laughing, such a beautiful sound. My favorite sound. We already broke two rules, what’s a few more?

His bravery and the way his face would change when he defended his family or me. And I would do it again.

My breath hitches and my heart splinters. I see Neteyam’s face in my mind. How the warm fire casted an orange glow onto him. How his eyes were bright with excitement and his voice was filled with dreams. I want to experience everything in the world. And I want to experience it with you.

He won’t get to. We won’t get to. My eyes snap open. A furious rage takes over my breaking heart, muddling out all the sadness. I scream. I let out the loudest battle cry and sprint into the clearing. 

Bullets and cries shoot through the air as I stab my spear into a sky person. They groan and fall down. Neytiri looks at me for a quick moment before continuing to fight. I hardly register what I’m doing, I just move and strike. Move and dodge. Move and kill. 

The sounds of battle fall deaf against my ears. I’m laser focused on each sky person, making my way deeper into the ship. A bullet flies right past my ear. I spin around and shove my spear into the sky person’s chest. Their eyes fill with fright before they fall limp. Perhaps I should feel guilty, but I don’t. The memory of Neteyam’s eyes keeps me going. 

Finally, I see an opening that goes inside the ship. I sprint through it, hearing Neytiri’s screams fade. Tuk and Kiri are tied up against the railing. Tuk’s face brightens when she sees me. 

I rush over to them and kneel down, noticing for the first time all the cuts and dirt that cover my skin. I yank out a knife from my pocket and begin to cut Tuk loose. 

Kiri whips her head towards me at the sound of my knife hitting Tuk’s bonds. “Wait!” Kiri cries panickedly. “It’s a trap!” 

I don’t have time to register her words. A gunshot goes off. The piercing sound echoes through the small space. I fly backwards, a burning pain shoots through the right side of my chest. My knife clatters against the ground uselessly. I land painfully on the metal ground, the breath completely knocked out of me. 

“No!” Tuk screams. 

The pain in my chest is nearly unbearable. I try to sit up but I can’t. The burning sensation spreads through my whole body. I turn my head to the side. Kiri and Tuk stare at me in horror.

“This ain’t who I was lookin’ for.” An unfamiliar voice says. An avatar saunters into my view. I try to turn my head to get a better look but it’s too painful. The avatar walks towards me, I can feel the vibration of his footsteps against the metal floor. I open my mouth to speak but no sound comes out. 

“Guess I’ll have to keep waiting.” The avatar states. He bends down right in front of me so all I can see is his blue face and three long scars against the side of his head. It’s Quaritch. Neteyam told me enough about him. I suck in, using all of my strength, and spit in his face. 

Kiri gasps. Quaritch doesn’t flinch. He just slowly brings his hand to his face and wipes it off. Breathing is becoming more difficult as the seconds pass. The burning in my chest is turning into stone like there’s a heavy weight on me that I can’t get off. 

Quaritch stares at me for a moment before his gaze turns angry. He quickly grabs the sides of my shoulders, yanks me off the ground and throws me far out of the room. The abrupt movement is excruciating. It feels like all the skin in my chest has been ripped open, like a million little knives are stabbing me right in my heart and chest. I hit the ground hard. My head slams into the metal, making my vision go blurry. 

I’ve landed in the clearing where the fighting once was. All the sky people lay dead around me. I can’t move. I try to stand but it feels like all my body parts have stopped taking orders from my brain. I try to breathe but it comes out in thick wheezes, hardly absorbing any air. 

Quaritch talks to the girls from inside the ship. I want to crawl over and help them but I can’t.  My vision is growing darker by the second as I stare at the night sky. I can’t even catch my breath. For the first time since being on the rock, I’m scared. 

Hands fall onto my shoulders. All I see are stars until the person bends their head over mine. It’s Neytiri. Her face is filled with emotion from battle and grief. Her eyes fly frantically across my face and body, assessing the damage. I open my mouth to speak but all that comes out are wheezes. 

“Shhh,” she whispers, her voice rough from fighting. “It’ll be okay, little one.” 

I’m crying. I hadn’t noticed it until now. The tears cover my cheeks in thick, wet droplets. Maybe I’ve been crying this whole time and only just now realized. I shake my head but nothing moves. 

I’m about to panic when a sweet sound fills my ears. Neytiri is singing to me. It’s a song I don’t recognize. Maybe one from the forest. I close my eyes. Maybe she sang this song to Neteyam once. My wheezing is slowing down. My chest isn’t rising and falling with the same vigor as earlier, it’s no longer trying to catch a breath. 

Neytiri’s voice wraps me in a loving, motherly blanket. She rubs her hands along my shoulders, comforting me. My brain struggles to make any thoughts so I focus on her voice. Until my ears start to ring and then suddenly, they just go silent. I open my eyes. Neytiri is still singing but I can’t hear her. I can’t hear anything. 

My chest rises once more. Neytiri’s eyes are the same golden hue as Neteyam’s. I smile at the thought as I let out my last breath. 

~~~

The first thing I hear is water. Water rushing down and crashing like some kind of waterfall. I open my eyes, squinting against the sudden brightness. Huge trees sway above me, a vibrant green against the blue sky. Unfamiliar chirps fill my ears, the calls of animals I don’t recognize. 

I sit up slowly. I’m lying in the middle of the forest. Trees and greenery completely surround me. I brush my webbed fingers against the soft ground, feeling the dirt and grass. My hand flies to my chest, remembering the pain I was in. 

There is nothing there but smooth skin. No pain. I inhale slowly. Where am I? 

Splashing comes from where I assume the waterfall is. I can’t see it through the trees but something tells me to go towards the sound. I rise to my feet, testing out my legs, feeling my body. It all feels the same. I take in every sight as I walk, noticing the different plants and animals as the dirt sticks between my toes. 

The greenery suddenly gives away to a small pond where a waterfall cascades down. Green shrubs cover the ground beside the water, full of flowers and vines that hang over various rocks. Small fish swim leisurely in the pond as wildlife chirp happily in the trees. My heart swells at the beautiful view as my eyes focus on the person standing in the center of the pond.

His dark blue back is to me. His braids fall forward as he studies the water, searching for a fish to catch with a spear clasped between his familiar fingers. A smile finds its way onto my lips. He slams the spear down into one of the fish and pulls it out of the water. He examines the fish proudly, his golden eyes full of life. 

“Nete,” I say. “Forest boy.” 

He looks up, his mouth slightly open. He throws his spear to the side, forgetting completely about the fish, and runs up to me. I can’t breathe. I’m too scared this isn’t real. His strong arms encircle me, warmth spreads through my whole body as his scent fills my nose: pine and seawater. It’s Neteyam. 

I cough out a laugh of disbelief and throw my arms around his neck. He squeezes me closer to him like he’s trying to meld us into one person. I reach my hands into his hair and entangle his braids with my fingers, feeling his being. He’s here. 

I don’t let go of him and he keeps his arms around me. We cling to each other with everything we have. All my pain and confusion vanishes. I know where I am. I know what’s happened. We’re with our Great Mother. I inhale deeply, smelling his scent again and feeling his chest against mine. We’re together. 

He pulls back slowly. I retract my hands and place them along the sides of his face. He stares into my eyes, his golden eyes full of love.

“I was so happy to be back home. I saw the trees. I saw the ikran. I saw everything but it didn’t feel right,” he whispers. He reaches his hand out and smoothes my hair down. “But now you’re here.” He leans forward and places his forehead against mine. “And it feels like home.” 

He kisses my forehead. I close my eyes and lean into his embrace. “Now, I’m home,” he says. 

I open my eyes and look into his. My heart brimming with emotion. A million words pass between us, everything we went through; all the pain and anger, all our love and passion. I caress his cheek and he tilts his head further into my hand. 

I’ve never been to the forest before but I know, deep in my soul, that I am home too. I smile with tears filling my eyes. “We’re both home.”

He kisses me. Our lips brush against each other eagerly, expressing all the things we can’t say. His hands flutter against my neck, guiding my face against his. I relax, letting peace take over my whole being. I kiss him back, thanking the Great Mother that we are together. 

After a moment, he pulls back. “Looks like you have some learning to do now, ocean girl.”

“Being Omaticaya can’t be that hard,” I scoff at him playfully. 

He reaches around and flicks my tail. I swat at him. “Hey!”

“That won’t do you much good here,” he smirks at my wide tail. “You’ll be like a baby, not knowing what to do.”

I swat his arm again. “I will not, forest boy.”  

He laughs. The laugh comes deep from within his gut, a hearty laugh that warms my heart and makes me forget all the dark things that lead me here. He stops and looks at me. 

“Good thing you’ll have such a great teacher.” He brushes his shoulder arrogantly. 

I roll my eyes. “Oh, whatever.” 

He laughs again, happiness coating his features as he watches me. An animal chirp floats through the air. A spike of curiosity shots through me. I look at Neteyam and arch my eyebrow before taking off into the forest. 

“Ocean girl!” He calls after me. “Wait up!”

I laugh again, feeling the solid ground beneath my feet and seeing the green leaves from far above me. My new home. I inhale the sweet air as I run deeper into the forest. It reminds me of flying on Nete’s ikran. It feels like freedom and pure peace. 

“Woooo!” I cheer. Birds fly off from a nearby tree but I don’t slow down. 

“Yea!” Neteyam calls in return from behind me. 

We continue running through the trees. Eager to explore our new home. Excited to spend all the time we have together. I smile so hard, my cheeks feel sore. We’ll discover all there is to see in the forest and then we’ll move on. 

I turn back and see Neteyam watching the treetops as he runs behind me. There’s a calmness in his stature, one that I’ve never seen before but it fills me with certainty. We are exactly where we are supposed to be: together.

Funeral scene:

That's it!!! Thank you for all the love and support I've received on Secret Cove.

I know a lot of you guys didn't want Neteyam to die but I had a vision for this piece where ocean girl and forest boy would be together with Eywa (I'm sorry if that's depressing or a bad ending, it's just the idea I had)

ALSO PLEASE SEND SUBMISSIONS! I want to keep writing so let me know what you guys want to read. I'll post some happier Neteyam stuff soon :) Thanks again

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AVATAR MATERLIST

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R U L E: Any request is acceptable. Characters will always have their age increased if necessary. I accept:

Movie: Avatar 1 & 2.

Fluff | Angst | Smut | normal

I update this every time I have done a new work. If you want to support my work KO-FI

Series:

Experiment 56 [neteyam x human reader]

[ Y/N characteristics and fun facts]

Summary: Y/N is surprised that she is an indispensable part of the human race, being a perfect blend of Navi and humans. Her family will do everything possible to keep her hidden and safe.

Experiment 56 SEQUEL “your time is coming” [neteyam x human reader] *paused*

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5

Summary: Y/N thinks she has a peaceful life with her new family. But a sudden visitor is about to change her life and her family’s life.

The New member [ Quaritch x human reader]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 final

Summary: After the boat altercation with the sullys, and being able to make spider return with him to the base. General ardmore has a big surprise for quaritch. A new member will join her squad, this new person will not only change the RDA, but himself.

Do you hate me? [Tsu-tey x Human reader]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 final

Summary: You are the eldest Sully daughter, you are adopted. All your life you have grown up watching tsu'tey, and your feelings for him have grown. Everything changes when one day you go hunting with your crush.

I can be a better father {Tsu-tey x Child Y/N x Child spider]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Summary: Follow tsu'tey in his new life as a single father of two human children. A compilation of moments and adventures of their lives.

Ghost girl [Neteyam x Albino na'vi!fem x sully family]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5(final)

Summary: After their village was destroyed by humans, Y/N must seek refuge in the forest. Her being rescued by a peculiar family, she discovering that her gift had led her to them.

Mama's Boy [Jake x neytiri x human reader (trio couple) x sully children's x Lo'ak son]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 (final)

Summary: Lo'ak is his mother's favorite child. After leaving the clan, and now living in clan metkayina. His only wish is that his mother is by his side again. The only problem is that his mother is a… human.

One-shots:

1. They caught us [neteyam x human reader] SMUT

Part 1 |Part 2  |Part 3 | Part 4

2. Little gifs [ Tsu'tey x human reader] 

Part 1 | Part 2

3. The family’s Clothing [ Lo'ak x human reader]

4. Picnic in the greenhouse [Neteyam x Lo'ak x human reader] SMUT

5. A shy Y/N who doesn’t really show affection to neteyam. [Neteyam x human reader]

6. Loak and the reader take care of tuk. [Loak x Human or navi reader]

7. Reader fight with your brother loak, because he give tsireya your stuff. [Loak x human sister]

8. Neteyam does everything possible to help the sadness that Y/N feels.

9. Kiri and Y/N being twins, but Y/N has a curiosity about people in the sky.

10. Lo'ak x human/na'vi hybrid, Lo'ak lets his imagination fly.

11. Neteyam is obsessed with your chubby lover.

12. I am very sorry (Jake sully x Human daugther)

13. Use me [Neteyam x Human reader] (Smut)

14. Z-DOG she has something going on, and she doesn't know what it could be. Y/N may be able to help her.

15. Tsu'tey asks eywa for a perfect mate, eywa sends him a surprise.

16. Jealousy, damn jealousy (Neteyam x lo'ak x Human-mix reader)

17. Ao'nung save the reader from idiots (ao'nung x human reader-kiri twin)

18. Reader defending lo'ak from his father (lo'ak x human reader)

19. Quiet [Neteyam x Human-mix] (Smut)

20. Child human-reader is lost in the forest and some curious boys find her.

21. Tsa·zìskrrmipaw (Neytiri meeting us for the first time when we were newborn) Part 1 | Part 2

22. Hifwo (Neteyam x human reader)

Auntie Y/N sully series:

( The parts are organized, so that you can understand better)

1. Y/N being the best aunt

2.My lost child [ Aunt sully reader x Spider](Mother and son)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

3. More moments in the life of AUNT sully.

4. Aunt Y/N's nephews are jealous of her new mate and they do everything they can to keep them apart.

5.AUNT Y/N SULLY BEING THE ‘COOL ONE’ IN THE FAMILY.

6. AUNT Y/N SULLY BEING THE ‘COOL ONE’ IN THE FAMILY Pt.2

7. Auntie Sully: New tails, new family

8. Auntie Sully: New tails, new family (part 2)

Others moments:

1. Aunt Y/N has to say goodbye to her family.

2.Tuk and kiri find an object and run to ask their aunt Y/N.

3. Jake discovers that several Na'vi tried to court his sister.

4. Neytiri reaction will be when she found out Jake and Auntie Sully are actually triplets

5. How the sully family, more neytiri. React to aunt Y/N and jake share more moments being twins.

6. Auntie sully giving everyone pizza for the first time

Headcanons:

1. Neteyam being a baby daddy ft. sully family and quaritch {Neteyam x Human reader}

2. Aonung wants you to be his partner, but he is afraid you will reject him. {Aounug x human reader}

3. where y/n is trying to show off to the boys and fails miserably.

4. Loak being a good brother. 

5. Kiri with her twin sister

6. Lo'ak in love with Y/N. Literally obsessed.

7. THE BEST FATHER I COULD BE [Lo'ak x human reader]

8. Rivals for lovers with Lo'ak

9. Jake and Y/N knew sign language and they both used it to just talk shit

10. React to a chubby reader [Neytiri, neteyam, lo'ak and jake]

11. Recoms being softies for thier medic Human-reader

12. Jake and neytiri holding the human reader like a teddy bear

13. Neteyam, Jake and Lo'ak how would they react if their partner playfully bites them

14. Your brothers and you (reader) react when you see a boy courting Tuk.

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